Hedda.
I do it? I? Are you crazy?
Lövborg.
Here’s to your health too, Mrs. Tesman. Thanks for the truth. Hurrah for the truth!
[He empties the glass and is about to re-fill it.
Hedda.
[Lays her hand on his arm.] Come, come—no more for the present. Remember you are going out to supper.
Mrs. Elvsted.
No, no, no!
Hedda.