I don’t answer such questions. I only know that Eilert Lövborg has had the courage to live his life after his own fashion. And then—the last great act, with its beauty! Ah! that he should have the will and the strength to turn away from the banquet of life—so early.
Brack.
I am sorry, Mrs. Hedda,—but I fear I must dispel an amiable illusion.
Hedda.
Illusion?
Brack.
Which could not have lasted long in any case.
Hedda.
What do you mean?
Brack.