Beautifully? [Smiling.] With vine-leaves in my hair, as you used to dream in the old days——?
Hedda.
No, no. I have lost my faith in the the vine-leaves. But beautifully nevertheless! For once in a way!—Good-bye! You must go now—and do not come here any more.
Lövborg.
Good-bye, Mrs. Tesman. And give George Tesman my love.
[He is on the point of going.
Hedda.
No, wait! I must give you a memento to take with you.
[She goes to the writing-table and opens the drawer and the pistol-case; then returns to Lövborg with one of the pistols.
Lövborg.