And perhaps you have confided to her something about us?
Lövborg.
Not a word. She is too stupid to understand anything of that sort.
Hedda.
Stupid?
Lövborg.
She is stupid about matters of that sort.
Hedda.
And I am cowardly. [Bends over towards him, without looking him in the face, and says more softly:] But now I will confide something to you.
Lövborg.