Hedda.
[Collecting herself.] Oh well, of course—since you say so. But it sounded so improbable——
Lövborg.
It is true, all the same.
Mrs. Elvsted.
[Wringing her hands.] Oh God—oh God, Hedda—torn his own work to pieces!
Lövborg.
I have torn my own life to pieces. So why should I not tear my life-work too——?
Mrs. Elvsted.
And you did this last night?