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 Hedda.

[Looking at the album.] That was my name in the old days—when we two knew each other.

Lövborg.

And I must teach myself never to say Hedda Gabler again—never, as long as I live.

Hedda.

[Still turning over the pages.] Yes, you must. And I think you ought to practise in time. The sooner the better, I should say.

Lövborg.

[In a tone of indignation.] Hedda Gabler married? And married to—George Tesman!

Hedda.

Yes—so the world goes.

Lövborg.

Oh, Hedda, Hedda—how could you[1] throw yourself away!

Hedda.

[Looks sharply at him.] What? I can't allow this!

Lövborg.

What do you mean?

[Tesman comes into the room and goes towards the sofa.

Hedda.

[Hears him coming and says in an indifferent tone.] And this is a view from the Val d'Ampezzo, Mr.

1 He uses the familiar du.