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 Lövborg.

[Calmly, putting down the glass.] It was stupid of me all this, Thea—to take it in this way, I mean. Don't be angry with me, my dear, dear comrade. You shall see—both you and the others—that if I was fallen once—now I have risen again! Thanks to you, Thea.

Mrs. Elvsted.

[Radiant with joy.] Oh, heaven be praised!

[Brack has in the meantime looked at his watch. He and Tesman rise and come into the drawing-room.

Brack.

[Takes his hat and overcoat.] Well, Mrs. Tesman, our time has come.

Hedda.

I suppose it has.

Lövborg.

[Rising.] Mine too, Judge Brack.

Mrs. Elvsted.

[Softly and imploringly.] Oh, Lövborg, don't do it!

Hedda.

[Pinching her arm.] They can hear you!

Mrs. Elvsted.

[With a suppressed shriek.] Ow!

Lövborg.

[To Brack.] You were good enough to invite me.