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 Hedda.

No, no. I have lost my faith in the the vine-leaves. But beautifully nevertheless! For once in a way!—Good-bye! You must go now—and do not come here any more.

Lövborg.

Good-bye, Mrs. Tesman. And give George Tesman my love. [He is on the point of going.

Hedda.

No, wait! I must give you a memento to take with you.

[She goes to the writing-table and opens the drawer and the pistol-case; then returns to Lövborg with one of the pistols.

Lövborg. [Looks at her.] This? Is this the memento?

Hedda.

[Nodding slowly.] Do you recognise it? It was aimed at you once.

Lövborg. You should have used it then.

Hedda. Take it—and do you use it now.

Lövborg. [Puts the pistol in his breast pocket.] Thanks!

Hedda.

And beautifully, Eilert Lövborg. Promise me that!