[Softly and piteously.] Oh, Hedda—now you have ruined everything!
Lövborg.
[Looks fixedly at her for a moment. His face is distorted.] So that was my comrade’s frank confidence in me?
Mrs. Elvsted.
[Imploringly.] Oh, my dearest friend—only let me tell you——
Lövborg.
[Takes one of the glasses of punch, raises it to his lips, and says in a low, husky voice.] Your health, Thea!
[He empties the glass, puts it down, and takes the second.
Mrs. Elvsted.
[Softly.] Oh, Hedda, Hedda—how could you do this?