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 Mrs. Elvsted.

How could you, then! Did not the child belong to me too?

Hedda. [Almost inaudibly.] Ah, the child

Mrs. Elvsted.

[Breathing heavily.] It is all over then. Well well, now I will go, Hedda.

Hedda. But you are not going away from town?

Mrs. Elvsted.

Oh, I don't know what I shall do. I see nothing but darkness before me.

[She goes out by the hall door

Hedda.

[Stands waiting for a moment.] So you are not going to see her home, Mr. Lövborg?

Lövborg.

I? Through the streets? Would you have people see her walking with me?

Hedda.

Of course I don't know what else may have happened last night. But is it so utterly irretrievable?

Lövborg.

It will not end with last night—I know that perfectly well. And the thing is that now I have no taste for that sort of life either. I won't