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 Lövborg. Just look at these peaks! [Looks affectionately up at Tesman.] What's the name of these curious peaks, dear?

Tesman.

Let me see. Oh, those are the Dolomites.

Hedda.

Yes, that's it!—Those are the Dolomites, Mr. Lövborg.

Tesman.

Hedda dear,—I only wanted to ask whether I shouldn't bring you a little punch after all? For yourself at any rate—eh?

Hedda.

Yes, do, please; and perhaps a few biscuits.

Tesman.

No cigarettes?

Hedda.

No.

Tesman.

Very well.

[He goes into the inner room and out to the right. Brack sits in the inner room, and keeps an eye from time to time on Hedda and Lövborg.

Lövborg.

[Softly, as before.] Answer me, Hedda—how could you go and do this?

Hedda.

[Apparently absorbed in the album.] If you continue to say du to me I won't talk to you.