Henrik Ibsen - Hedda Gabler (Act 2) lyrics

The room at the TESMANS' as in the first Act, except that the piano has been removed, and an elegant little writing-table with the book-shelves put in its place. A smaller table stands near the sofa on the left. Most of the bouquets have been taken away. MRS. ELVSTED'S bouquet is upon the large table in front.—It is afternoon. HEDDA, dressed to receive callers, is alone in the room. She stands by the open gla** door, loading a revolver. The fellow to it lies in an open pistol-case on the writing- table. HEDDA [Looks down the garden, and calls:] So you are here again, Judge! BRACK [Is heard calling from a distance.] As you see, Mrs. Tesman! HEDDA [Raises the pistol and points.] Now I'll shoot you, Judge Brack! BRACK [Calling unseen.] No, no, no! Don't stand aiming at me! HEDDA This is what comes of sneaking in by the back way.(7) [She fires. BRACK [Nearer.] Are you out of your senses—! HEDDA Dear me—did I happen to hit you? BRACK [Still outside.] I wish you would let these pranks alone! HEDDA Come in then, Judge. JUDGE BRACK, dressed as though for a men's party, enters by the gla** door. He carries a light overcoat over his arm. BRACK What the deuce—haven't you tired of that sport, yet? What are you shooting at? HEDDA Oh, I am only firing in the air. BRACK [Gently takes the pistol out of her hand.] Allow me, madam! [Looks at it.] Ah—I know this pistol well! [Looks around.] Where is the case? Ah, here it is. [Lays the pistol in it, and shuts it.] Now we won't play at that game any more to-day. HEDDA Then what in heaven's name would you have me do with myself? BRACK Have you had no visitors? HEDDA [Closing the gla** door.] Not one. I suppose all our set are still out of town. BRACK And is Tesman not at home either? HEDDA [At the writing-table, putting the pistol-case in a drawer which she shuts.] No. He rushed off to his aunt's directly after lunch; he didn't expect you so early. BRACK H'm—how stupid of me not to have thought of that! HEDDA [Turning her head to look at him.] Why stupid? BRACK Because if I had thought of it I should have come a little—earlier. HEDDA [Crossing the room.] Then you would have found no one to receive you; for I have been in my room changing my dress ever since lunch. BRACK And is there no sort of little chink that we could hold a parley through? HEDDA You have forgotten to arrange one. BRACK That was another piece of stupidity. HEDDA Well, we must just settle down here—and wait. Tesman is not likely to be back for some time yet. BRACK Never mind; I shall not be impatient. HEDDA seats herself in the corner of the sofa. BRACK lays his overcoat over the back of the nearest chair, and sits down, but keeps his hat in his hand. A short silence. They look at each other. HEDDA Well? BRACK [In the same tone.] Well? HEDDA I spoke first. BRACK [Bending a little forward.] Come, let us have a cosy little chat, Mrs. Hedda.(8) HEDDA [Leaning further back in the sofa.] Does it not seem like a whole eternity since our last talk? Of course I don't count those few words yesterday evening and this morning. BRACK You mean since out last confidential talk? Our last tete-a-tete? HEDDA Well yes—since you put it so. BRACK Not a day pa**ed but I have wished that you were home again. HEDDA And I have done nothing but wish the same thing. BRACK You? Really, Mrs. Hedda? And I thought you had been enjoying your tour so much! HEDDA Oh yes, you may be sure of that! BRACK But Tesman's letters spoke of nothing but happiness. HEDDA Oh, Tesman! You see, he thinks nothing is so delightful as grubbing in libraries and making copies of old parchments, or whatever you call them. BRACK [With a smile of malice.] Well, that is his vocation in life—or part of it at any rate. HEDDA Yes, of course; and no doubt when it's your vocation—. But I! Oh, my dear Mr. Brack, how mortally bored I have been. BRACK [Sympathetically.] Do you really say so? In downright earnest? HEDDA Yes, you can surely understand it—! To go for six whole months without meeting a soul that knew anything of our circle, or could talk about things we were interested in. BRACK Yes, yes—I too should feel that a deprivation. HEDDA And then, what I found most intolerable of all— BRACK Well? HEDDA —was being everlastingly in the company of—one and the same person— BRACK [With a nod of a**ent.] Morning, noon, and night, yes—at all possible times and seasons. HEDDA I said "everlastingly." BRACK Just so. But I should have thought, with our excellent Tesman, one could— HEDDA Tesman is—a specialist, my dear Judge. BRACK Undeniable. HEDDA And specialists are not at all amusing to travel with. Not in the long run at any rate. BRACK Not even—the specialist one happens to love? HEDDA Faugh—don't use that sickening word! BRACK [Taken aback.] What do you say, Mrs. Hedda? HEDDA [Half laughing, half irritated.] You should just try it! To hear of nothing but the history of civilisation, morning, noon, and night— BRACK Everlastingly. HEDDA Yes yes yes! And then all this about the domestic industry of the middle ages—! That's the most disgusting part of it! BRACK [Looks searchingly at her.] But tell me—in that case, how am I to understand your—? H'm— HEDDA My accepting George Tesman, you mean? BRACK Well, let us put it so. HEDDA Good heavens, do you see anything so wonderful in that? BRACK Yes and no—Mrs. Hedda. HEDDA I had positively danced myself tired, my dear Judge. My day was done— [With a slight shudder.] Oh no—I won't say that; nor think it either! BRACK You have a**uredly no reason to. HEDDA Oh, reasons— [Watching him closely.] And George Tesman—after all, you must admit that he is correctness itself. BRACK His correctness and respectability are beyond all question. HEDDA And I don't see anything absolutely ridiculous about him.—Do you? BRACK Ridiculous? N—no—I shouldn't exactly say so— HEDDA Well—and his powers of research, at all events, are untiring.—I see no reason why he should not one day come to the front, after all. BRACK [Looks at her hesitatingly.] I thought that you, like every one else, expected him to attain the highest distinction. HEDDA [With an expression of fatigue.] Yes, so I did.—And then, since he was bent, at all hazards, on being allowed to provide for me—I really don't know why I should not have accepted his offer? BRACK No—if you look at it in that light— HEDDA It was more than my other adorers were prepared to do for me, my dear Judge. BRACK [Laughing.] Well, I can't answer for all the rest; but as for myself, you know quite well that I have always entertained a—a certain respect for the marriage tie—for marriage as an institution, Mrs. Hedda. HEDDA [Jestingly.] Oh, I a**ure you I have never cherished any hopes with respect to you. BRACK All I require is a pleasant and intimate interior, where I can make myself useful in every way, and am free to come and go as—as a trusted friend— HEDDA Of the master of the house, do you mean? BRACK [Bowing.] Frankly—of the mistress first of all; but of course of the master too, in the second place. Such a triangular friendship—if I may call it so—is really a great convenience for all the parties, let me tell you. HEDDA Yes, I have many a time longed for some one to make a third on our travels. Oh—those railway-carriage tete-a-tetes—! BRACK Fortunately your wedding journey is over now. HEDDA [Shaking her head.] Not by a long—long way. I have only arrived at a station on the line. BRACK Well, then the pa**engers jump out and move about a little, Mrs. Hedda. HEDDA I never jump out. BRACK Really? HEDDA No—because there is always some one standing by to— BRACK [Laughing.] To look at your ankles, do you mean? HEDDA Precisely. BRACK Well but, dear me— HEDDA [With a gesture of repulsion.] I won't have it. I would rather keep my seat where I happen to be—and continue the tete-a-tete. BRACK But suppose a third person were to jump in and join the couple. HEDDA Ah—that is quite another matter! BRACK A trusted, sympathetic friend— HEDDA —with a fund of conversation on all sorts of lively topics— BRACK —and not the least bit of a specialist! HEDDA [With an audible sigh.] Yes, that would be a relief indeed. BRACK [Hears the front door open, and glances in that direction.] The triangle is completed. HEDDA [Half aloud.] And on goes the train. GEORGE TESMAN, in a grey walking-suit, with a soft felt hat, enters from the hall. He has a number of unbound books under his arm and in his pockets. TESMAN [Goes up to the table beside the corner settee.] Ouf—what a load for a warm day—all these books. [Lays them on the table.] I'm positively perspiring, Hedda. Hallo—are you there already, my dear Judge? Eh? Berta didn't tell me. BRACK [Rising.] I came in through the garden. HEDDA What books have you got there? TESMAN [Stands looking them through.] Some new books on my special subjects —quite indispensable to me. HEDDA Your special subjects? BRACK Yes, books on his special subjects, Mrs. Tesman. [BRACK and HEDDA exchange a confidential smile. HEDDA Do you need still more books on your special subjects? TESMAN Yes, my dear Hedda, one can never have too many of them. Of course one must keep up with all that is written and published. HEDDA Yes, I suppose one must. TESMAN [Searching among his books.] And look here—I have got hold of Eilert Lovborg's new book too. [Offering it to her.] Perhaps you would like to glance through it, Hedda? Eh? HEDDA No, thank you. Or rather—afterwards perhaps. TESMAN I looked into it a little on the way home. BRACK Well, what do you think of it—as a specialist? TESMAN I think it shows quite remarkable soundness of judgment. He never wrote like that before. [Putting the books together.] Now I shall take all these into my study. I'm longing to cut the leaves—! And then I must change my clothes. [To BRACK.] I suppose we needn't start just yet? Eh? BRACK Oh, dear no—there is not the slightest hurry. TESMAN Well then, I will take my time. [Is going with his books, but stops in the doorway and turns.] By-the-bye, Hedda—Aunt Julia is not coming this evening. HEDDA Not coming? Is it that affair of the bonnet that keeps her away? TESMAN Oh, not at all. How could you think such a thing of Aunt Julia? Just fancy—! The fact is, Aunt Rina is very ill. HEDDA She always is. TESMAN Yes, but to-day she is much worse than usual, poor dear. HEDDA Oh, then it's only natural that her sister should remain with her. I must bear my disappointment. TESMAN And you can't imagine, dear, how delighted Aunt Julia seemed to be— because you had come home looking so flourishing! HEDDA [Half aloud, rising.] Oh, those everlasting Aunts! TESMAN What? HEDDA [Going to the gla** door.] Nothing. TESMAN Oh, all right. [He goes through the inner room, out to the right. BRACK What bonnet were you talking about? HEDDA Oh, it was a little episode with Miss Tesman this morning. She had laid down her bonnet on the chair there—[Looks at him and smiles.]—and I pretended to think it was the servant's. BRACK [Shaking his head.] Now my dear Mrs. Hedda, how could you do such a thing? To the excellent old lady, too! HEDDA [Nervously crossing the room.] Well, you see—these impulses come over me all of a sudden; and I cannot resist them. [Throws herself down in the easy-chair by the stove.] Oh, I don't know how to explain it. BRACK [Behind the easy-chair.] You are not really happy—that is at the bottom of it. HEDDA [Looking straight before her.] I know of no reason why I should be— happy. Perhaps you can give me one? BRACK Well-amongst other things, because you have got exactly the home you had set your heart on. HEDDA [Looks up at him and laughs.] Do you too believe in that legend? BRACK Is there nothing in it, then? HEDDA Oh yes, there is something in it. BRACK Well? HEDDA There is this in it, that I made use of Tesman to see me home from evening parties last summer— BRACK I, unfortunately, had to go quite a different way. HEDDA That's true. I know you were going a different way last summer. BRACK [Laughing.] Oh fie, Mrs. Hedda! Well, then—you and Tesman—? HEDDA Well, we happened to pa** here one evening; Tesman, poor fellow, was writhing in the agony of having to find conversation; so I took pity on the learned man— BRACK [Smiles doubtfully.] You took pity? H'm— HEDDA Yes, I really did. And so—to help him out of his torment—I happened to say, in pure thoughtlessness, that I should like to live in this villa. BRACK No more than that? HEDDA Not that evening. BRACK But afterwards? HEDDA Yes, my thoughtlessness had consequences, my dear Judge. BRACK Unfortunately that too often happens, Mrs. Hedda. HEDDA Thanks! So you see it was this enthusiasm for Secretary Falk's villa that first constituted a bond of sympathy between George Tesman and me. From that came our engagement and our marriage, and our wedding journey, and all the rest of it. Well, well, my dear Judge—as you make your bed so you must lie, I could almost say. BRACK This is exquisite! And you really cared not a rap about it all the time? HEDDA No, heaven knows I didn't. BRACK But now? Now that we have made it so homelike for you? HEDDA Uh—the rooms all seem to smell of lavender and dried rose-leaves.—But perhaps it's Aunt Julia that has brought that scent with her. BRACK [Laughing.] No, I think it must be a legacy from the late Mrs. Secretary Falk. HEDDA Yes, there is an odour of mortality about it. It reminds me of a bouquet—the day after the ball. [Clasps her hands behind her head, leans back in her chair and looks at him.] Oh, my dear Judge—you cannot imagine how horribly I shall bore myself here. BRACK Why should not you, too, find some sort of vocation in life, Mrs. Hedda? HEDDA A vocation—that should attract me? BRACK If possible, of course. HEDDA Heaven knows what sort of a vocation that could be. I often wonder whether— [Breaking off.] But that would never do either. BRACK Who can tell? Let me hear what it is. HEDDA Whether I might not get Tesman to go into politics, I mean. BRACK [Laughing.] Tesman? No really now, political life is not the thing for him—not at all in his line. HEDDA No, I daresay not.—But if I could get him into it all the same? BRACK Why—what satisfaction could you find in that? If he is not fitted for that sort of thing, why should you want to drive him into it? HEDDA Because I am bored, I tell you! [After a pause.] So you think it quite out of the question that Tesman should ever get into the ministry? BRACK H'm—you see, my dear Mrs. Hedda—to get into the ministry, he would have to be a tolerably rich man. HEDDA [Rising impatiently.] Yes, there we have it! It is this genteel poverty I have managed to drop into—! [Crosses the room.] That is what makes life so pitiable! So utterly ludicrous!—For that's what it is. BRACK Now I should say the fault lay elsewhere. HEDDA Where, then? BRACK You have never gone through any really stimulating experience. HEDDA Anything serious, you mean? BRACK Yes, you may call it so. But now you may perhaps have one in store. HEDDA [Tossing her head.] Oh, you're thinking of the annoyances about this wretched professorship! But that must be Tesman's own affair. I a**ure you I shall not waste a thought upon it. BRACK No, no, I daresay not. But suppose now that what people call—in elegant language—a solemn responsibility were to come upon you? [Smiling.] A new responsibility, Mrs. Hedda? HEDDA [Angrily.] Be quiet! Nothing of that sort will ever happen! BRACK [Warily.] We will speak of this again a year hence—at the very outside. HEDDA [Curtly.] I have no turn for anything of the sort, Judge Brack. No responsibilities for me! BRACK Are you so unlike the generality of women as to have no turn for duties which—? HEDDA [Beside the gla** door.] Oh, be quiet, I tell you!—I often think there is only one thing in the world I have any turn for. BRACK [Drawing near to her.] And what is that, if I may ask? HEDDA [Stands looking out.] Boring myself to d**h. Now you know it. [Turns, looks towards the inner room, and laughs.] Yes, as I thought! Here comes the Professor. BRACK [Softly, in a tone of warning.] Come, come, come, Mrs. Hedda! GEORGE TESMAN, dressed for the party, with his gloves and hat in his hand, enters from the right through the inner room. TESMAN Hedda, has no message come from Eilert Lovborg? Eh? HEDDA No. TESMAN Then you'll see he'll be here presently. BRACK Do you really think he will come? TESMAN Yes, I am almost sure of it. For what you were telling us this morning must have been a mere floating rumour. BRACK You think so? TESMAN At any rate, Aunt Julia said she did not believe for a moment that he would ever stand in my way again. Fancy that! BRACK Well then, that's all right. TESMAN [Placing his hat and gloves on a chair on the right.] Yes, but you must really let me wait for him as long as possible. BRACK We have plenty of time yet. None of my guests will arrive before seven or half-past. TESMAN Then meanwhile we can keep Hedda company, and see what happens. Eh? HEDDA [Placing BRACK'S hat and overcoat upon the corner settee.] And at the worst Mr. Lovborg can remain here with me. BRACK [Offering to take his things.] Oh, allow me, Mrs. Tesman!—What do you mean by "At the worst"? HEDDA If he won't go with you and Tesman. TESMAN [Looks dubiously at her.] But, Hedda dear—do you think it would quite do for him to remain here with you? Eh? Remember, Aunt Julia can't come. HEDDA No, but Mrs. Elvsted is coming. We three can have a cup of tea together. TESMAN Oh yes, that will be all right. BRACK [Smiling.] And that would perhaps be the safest plan for him. HEDDA Why so? BRACK Well, you know, Mrs. Tesman, how you used to gird at my little bachelor parties. You declared they were adapted only for men of the strictest principles. HEDDA But no doubt Mr. Lovborg's principles are strict enough now. A converted sinner— [BERTA appears at the hall door. BERTA There's a gentleman asking if you are at home, ma'am— HEDDA Well, show him in. TESMAN [Softly.] I'm sure it is he! Fancy that! EILERT LOVBORG enters from the hall. He is slim and lean; of the same age as TESMAN, but looks older and somewhat worn-out. His hair and beard are of a blackish brown, his face long and pale, but with patches of colour on the cheeks. He is dressed in a well-cut black visiting suit, quite new. He has dark gloves and a silk hat. He stops near the door, and makes a rapid bow, seeming somewhat embarra**ed. TESMAN [Goes up to him and shakes him warmly by the hand.] Well, my dear Eilert—so at last we meet again! EILERT LOVBORG [Speaks in a subdued voice.] Thanks for your letter, Tesman. [Approaching HEDDA.] Will you too shake hands with me, Mrs. Tesman? HEDDA [Taking his hand.] I am glad to see you, Mr. Lovborg. [With a motion of her hand.] I don't know whether you two gentlemen—? LOVBORG [Bowing slightly.] Judge Brack, I think. BRACK [Doing likewise.] Oh yes,—in the old days— TESMAN [To LOVBORG, with his hands on his shoulders.] And now you must make yourself entirely at home, Eilert! Mustn't he, Hedda?—For I hear you are going to settle in town again? Eh? LOVBORG Yes, I am. TESMAN Quite right, quite right. Let me tell you, I have got hold of your new book; but I haven't had time to read it yet. LOVBORG You may spare yourself the trouble. TESMAN Why so? LOVBORG Because there is very little in it. TESMAN Just fancy—how can you say so? BRACK But it has been very much praised, I hear. LOVBORG That was what I wanted; so I put nothing into the book but what every one would agree with. BRACK Very wise of you. TESMAN Well but, my dear Eilert—! LOVBORG For now I mean to win myself a position again—to make a fresh start. TESMAN [A little embarra**ed.] Ah, that is what you wish to do? Eh? LOVBORG [Smiling, lays down his hat, and draws a packet wrapped in paper, from his coat pocket.] But when this one appears, George Tesman, you will have to read it. For this is the real book—the book I have put my true self into. TESMAN Indeed? And what is it? LOVBORG It is the continuation. TESMAN The continuation? Of what? LOVBORG Of the book. TESMAN Of the new book? LOVBORG Of course. TESMAN Why, my dear Eilert—does it not come down to our own days? LOVBORG Yes, it does; and this one deals with the future. TESMAN With the future! But, good heavens, we know nothing of the future! LOVBORG No; but there is a thing or two to be said about it all the same. [Opens the packet.] Look here— TESMAN Why, that's not your handwriting. LOVBORG I dictated it. [Turning over the pages.] It falls into two sections. The first deals with the civilising forces of the future. And here is the second—[running through the pages towards the end]—forecasting the probable line of development. TESMAN How odd now! I should never have thought of writing anything of that sort. HEDDA [At the gla** door, drumming on the pane.] H'm—. I daresay not. LOVBORG [Replacing the man*script in its paper and laying the packet on the table.] I brought it, thinking I might read you a little of it this evening. TESMAN That was very good of you, Eilert. But this evening—? [Looking back at BRACK.] I don't see how we can manage it— LOVBORG Well then, some other time. There is no hurry. BRACK I must tell you, Mr. Lovborg—there is a little gathering at my house this evening—mainly in honour of Tesman, you know— LOVBORG [Looking for his hat.] Oh—then I won't detain you— BRACK No, but listen—will you not do me the favour of joining us? LOVBORG [Curtly and decidedly.] No, I can't—thank you very much. BRACK Oh, nonsense—do! We shall be quite a select little circle. And I a**ure you we shall have a "lively time," as Mrs. Hed—as Mrs. Tesman says. LOVBORG I have no doubt of it. But nevertheless— BRACK And then you might bring your man*script with you, and read it to Tesman at my house. I could give you a room to yourselves. TESMAN Yes, think of that, Eilert,—why shouldn't you? Eh? HEDDA [Interposing.] But, Tesman, if Mr. Lovborg would really rather not! I am sure Mr. Lovborg is much more inclined to remain here and have supper with me. LOVBORG [Looking at her.] With you, Mrs. Tesman? HEDDA And with Mrs. Elvsted. LOVBORG Ah— [Lightly.] I saw her for a moment this morning. HEDDA Did you? Well, she is coming this evening. So you see you are almost bound to remain, Mr. Lovborg, or she will have no one to see her home. LOVBORG That's true. Many thanks, Mrs. Tesman—in that case I will remain. HEDDA Then I have one or two orders to give the servant— [She goes to the hall door and rings. BERTA enters. HEDDA talks to her in a whisper, and points towards the inner room. BERTA nods and goes out again. TESMAN [At the same time, to LOVBORG.] Tell me, Eilert—is it this new subject—the future—that you are going to lecture about? LOVBORG Yes. TESMAN They told me at the bookseller's that you are going to deliver a course of lectures this autumn. LOVBORG That is my intention. I hope you won't take it ill, Tesman. TESMAN Oh no, not in the least! But—? LOVBORG I can quite understand that it must be very disagreeable to you. TESMAN [Cast down.] Oh, I can't expect you, out of consideration for me, to— LOVBORG But I shall wait till you have received your appointment. TESMAN Will you wait? Yes but—yes but—are you not going to compete with me? Eh? LOVBORG No; it is only the moral victory I care for. TESMAN Why, bless me—then Aunt Julia was right after all! Oh yes—I knew it! Hedda! Just fancy—Eilert Lovborg is not going to stand in our way! HEDDA. [Curtly.] Our way? Pray leave me out of the question. [She goes up towards the inner room, where BERTA is placing a tray with decanters and gla**es on the table. HEDDA nods approval, and comes forward again. BERTA goes out. TESMAN [At the same time.] And you, Judge Brack—what do you say to this? Eh? BRACK Well, I say that a moral victory—h'm—may be all very fine— TESMAN Yes, certainly. But all the same— HEDDA [Looking at TESMAN with a cold smile.] You stand there looking as if you were thunderstruck— TESMAN Yes—so I am—I almost think— BRACK Don't you see, Mrs. Tesman, a thunderstorm has just pa**ed over? HEDDA [Pointing towards the room.] Will you not take a gla** of cold punch, gentlemen? BRACK [Looking at his watch.] A stirrup-cup? Yes, it wouldn't come amiss. TESMAN A capital idea, Hedda! Just the thing! Now that the weight has been taken off my mind— HEDDA Will you not join them, Mr. Lovborg? LOVBORG [With a gesture of refusal.] No, thank you. Nothing for me. BRACK Why bless me—cold punch is surely not poison. LOVBORG Perhaps not for everyone. HEDDA I will keep Mr. Lovborg company in the meantime. TESMAN Yes, yes, Hedda dear, do. [He and BRACK go into the inner room, seat themselves, drink punch, smoke cigarettes, and carry on a lively conversation during what follows. EILERT LOVBORG remains standing beside the stove. HEDDA goes to the writing-table. HEDDA [Raising he voice a little.] Do you care to look at some photographs, Mr. Lovborg? You know Tesman and I made a tour in the Tyrol on our way home? [She takes up an album, and places it on the table beside the sofa, in the further corner of which she seats herself. EILERT LOVBORG approaches, stops, and looks at her. Then he takes a chair and seats himself to her left. HEDDA [Opening the album.] Do you see this range of mountains, Mr. Lovborg? It's the Ortler group. Tesman has written the name underneath. Here it is: "The Ortler group near Meran." LOVBORG [Who has never taken his eyes off her, says softly and slowly:] Hedda—Gabler! HEDDA [Glancing hastily at him.] Ah! Hush! LOVBORG [Repeats softly.] Hedda Gabler! HEDDA [Looking at the album.] That was my name in the old days—when we two knew each other. LOVBORG 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. LOVBORG [In a tone of indignation.] Hedda Gabler married? And married to— George Tesman! HEDDA Yes—so the world goes. LOVBORG Oh, Hedda, Hedda—how could you(9) throw yourself away! HEDDA [Looks sharply at him.] What? I can't allow this! LOVBORG 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. Lovborg. 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. Lovborg. 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 LOVBORG. LOVBORG [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. LOVBORG May I not say du even when we are alone? HEDDA No. You may think it; but you mustn't say it. LOVBORG Ah, I understand. It is an offence against George Tesman, whom you(10)—love. HEDDA [Glances at him and smiles.] Love? What an idea! LOVBORG You don't love him then! HEDDA But I won't hear of any sort of unfaithfulness! Remember that. LOVBORG Hedda—answer me one thing— HEDDA Hush! [TESMAN enters with a small tray from the inner room. TESMAN Here you are! Isn't this tempting? [He puts the tray on the table. HEDDA Why do you bring it yourself? TESMAN [Filling the gla**es.] Because I think it's such fun to wait upon you, Hedda. HEDDA But you have poured out two gla**es. Mr. Lovborg said he wouldn't have any— TESMAN No, but Mrs. Elvsted will soon be here, won't she? HEDDA Yes, by-the-bye—Mrs. Elvsted— TESMAN Had you forgotten her? Eh? HEDDA We were so absorbed in these photographs. [Shows him a picture.] Do you remember this little village? TESMAN Oh, it's that one just below the Brenner Pa**. It was there we pa**ed the night— HEDDA —and met that lively party of tourists. TESMAN Yes, that was the place. Fancy—if we could only have had you with us, Eilert! Eh? [He returns to the inner room and sits beside BRACK. LOVBORG Answer me one thing, Hedda— HEDDA Well? LOVBORG Was there no love in your friendship for me either? Not a spark—not a tinge of love in it? HEDDA I wonder if there was? To me it seems as though we were two good comrades—two thoroughly intimate friends. [Smilingly.] You especially were frankness itself. LOVBORG It was you that made me so. HEDDA As I look back upon it all, I think there was really something beautiful, something fascinating—something daring—in—in that secret intimacy—that comradeship which no living creature so much as dreamed of. LOVBORG Yes, yes, Hedda! Was there not?—When I used to come to your father's in the afternoon—and the General sat over at the window reading his papers—with his back towards us— HEDDA And we two on the corner sofa— LOVBORG Always with the same illustrated paper before us— HEDDA For want of an album, yes. LOVBORG Yes, Hedda, and when I made my confessions to you—told you about myself, things that at that time no one else knew! There I would sit and tell you of my escapades—my days and nights of devilment. Oh, Hedda—what was the power in you that forced me to confess these things? HEDDA Do you think it was any power in me? LOVBORG How else can I explain it? And all those—those roundabout questions you used to put to me— HEDDA Which you understood so particularly well— LOVBORG How could you sit and question me like that? Question me quite frankly— HEDDA In roundabout terms, please observe. LOVBORG Yes, but frankly nevertheless. Cross-question me about—all that sort of thing? HEDDA And how could you answer, Mr. Lovborg? LOVBORG Yes, that is just what I can't understand—in looking back upon it. But tell me now, Hedda—was there not love at the bottom of our friendship? On your side, did you not feel as though you might purge my stains away—if I made you my confessor? Was it not so? HEDDA No, not quite. LOVBORG What was you motive, then? HEDDA Do think it quite incomprehensible that a young girl—when it can be done—without any one knowing— LOVBORG Well? HEDDA —should be glad to have a peep, now and then, into a world which—? LOVBORG Which—? HEDDA —which she is forbidden to know anything about? LOVBORG So that was it? HEDDA Partly. Partly—I almost think. LOVBORG Comradeship in the thirst for life. But why should not that, at any rate, have continued? HEDDA The fault was yours. LOVBORG It was you that broke with me. HEDDA Yes, when our friendship threatened to develop into something more serious. Shame upon you, Eilert Lovborg! How could you think of wronging your—your frank comrade. LOVBORG [Clenches his hands.] Oh, why did you not carry out your threat? Why did you not shoot me down? HEDDA Because I have such a dread of scandal. LOVBORG Yes, Hedda, you are a coward at heart. HEDDA A terrible coward. [Changing her tone.] But it was a lucky thing for you. And now you have found ample consolation at the Elvsteds'. LOVBORG I know what Thea has confided to you. HEDDA And perhaps you have confided to her something about us? LOVBORG Not a word. She is too stupid to understand anything of that sort. HEDDA Stupid? LOVBORG She is stupid about matters of that sort. HEDDA And I am cowardly. [Bends over towards him, without looking him in the face, and says more softly:] But now I will confide something to you. LOVBORG [Eagerly.] Well? HEDDA The fact that I dared not shoot you down— LOVBORG Yes! HEDDA —that was not my arrant cowardice—that evening. LOVBORG [Looks at her a moment, understands, and whispers pa**ionately.] Oh, Hedda! Hedda Gabler! Now I begin to see a hidden reason beneath our comradeship! You(11) and I—! After all, then, it was your craving for life— HEDDA [Softly, with a sharp glance.] Take care! Believe nothing of the sort! [Twilight has begun to fall. The hall door is opened from without by BERTA. HEDDA [Closes the album with a bang and calls smilingly:] Ah, at last! My darling Thea,—come along! MRS. ELVSTED enters from the hall. She is in evening dress. The door is closed behind her. HEDDA [On the sofa, stretches out her arms towards her.] My sweet Thea—you can't think how I have been longing for you! [MRS. ELVSTED, in pa**ing, exchanges slight salutations with the gentlemen in the inner room, then goes up to the table and gives HEDDA her hand. EILERT LOVBORG has risen. He and MRS. ELVSTED greet each other with a silent nod. MRS. ELVSTED Ought I to go in and talk to your husband for a moment? HEDDA Oh, not at all. Leave those two alone. They will soon be going. MRS. ELVSTED Are they going out? HEDDA Yes, to a supper-party. MRS. ELVSTED [Quickly, to LOVBORG.] Not you? LOVBORG No. HEDDA Mr. Lovborg remains with us. MRS. ELVSTED [Takes a chair and is about to seat herself at his side.] Oh, how nice it is here! HEDDA No, thank you, my little Thea! Not there! You'll be good enough to come over here to me. I will sit between you. MRS. ELVSTED Yes, just as you please. [She goes round the table and seats herself on the sofa on HEDDA'S right. LOVBORG re-seats himself on his chair. LOVBORG [After a short pause, to HEDDA.] Is not she lovely to look at? HEDDA [Lightly stroking her hair.] Only to look at! LOVBORG Yes. For we two—she and I—we are two real comrades. We have absolute faith in each other; so we can sit and talk with perfect frankness— HEDDA Not round about, Mr. Lovborg? LOVBORG Well— MRS. ELVSTED [Softly clinging close to HEDDA.] Oh, how happy I am, Hedda! For only think, he says I have inspired him too. HEDDA [Looks at her with a smile.] Ah! Does he say that, dear? LOVBORG And then she is so brave, Mrs. Tesman! MRS. ELVSTED Good heavens—am I brave? LOVBORG Exceedingly—where your comrade is concerned. HEDDA Exceedingly—where your comrade is concerned. HEDDA Ah, yes—courage! If one only had that! LOVBORG What then? What do you mean? HEDDA Then life would perhaps be liveable, after all. [With a sudden change of tone.] But now, my dearest Thea, you really must have a gla** of cold punch. MRS. ELVSTED No, thanks—I never take anything of that kind. HEDDA Well then, you, Mr. Lovborg. LOVBORG Nor I, thank you. MRS. ELVSTED No, he doesn't either. HEDDA [Looks fixedly at him.] But if I say you shall? LOVBORG It would be of no use. HEDDA [Laughing.] Then I, poor creature, have no sort of power over you? LOVBORG Not in that respect. HEDDA But seriously, I think you ought to—for your own sake. MRS. ELVSTED Why, Hedda—! LOVBORG How so? HEDDA Or rather on account of other people. LOVBORG Indeed? HEDDA Otherwise people might be apt to suspect that—in your heart of hearts—you did not feel quite secure—quite confident in yourself. MRS. ELVSTED [Softly.] Oh please, Hedda—! LOVBORG People may suspect what they like—for the present. MRS. ELVSTED [Joyfully.] Yes, let them! HEDDA I saw it plainly in Judge Brack's face a moment ago. LOVBORG What did you see? HEDDA His contemptuous smile, when you dared not go with them into the inner room. LOVBORG Dared not? Of course I preferred to stop here and talk to you. MRS. ELVSTED What could be more natural, Hedda? HEDDA But the Judge could not guess that. And I say, too, the way he smiled and glanced at Tesman when you dared not accept his invitation to this wretched little supper-party of his. LOVBORG Dared not! Do you say I dared not? HEDDA I don't say so. But that was how Judge Brack understood it. LOVBORG Well, let him. HEDDA Then you are not going with them? LOVBORG I will stay here with you and Thea. MRS. ELVSTED Yes, Hedda—how can you doubt that? HEDDA [Smiles and nods approvingly to LOVBORG.] Firm as a rock! Faithful to your principles, now and for ever! Ah, that is how a man should be! [Turns to MRS. ELVSTED and caresses her.] Well now, what did I tell you, when you came to us this morning in such a state of distraction— LOVBORG [Surprised.] Distraction! MRS. ELVSTED [Terrified.] Hedda—oh Hedda—! HEDDA You can see for yourself! You haven't the slightest reason to be in such mortal terror— [Interrupting herself.] There! Now we can all three enjoy ourselves! LOVBORG [Who has given a start.] Ah—what is all this, Mrs. Tesman? MRS. ELVSTED Oh my God, Hedda! What are you saying? What are you doing? HEDDA Don't get excited! That horrid Judge Brack is sitting watching you. LOVBORG So she was in mortal terror! On my account! MRS. ELVSTED [Softly and piteously.] Oh, Hedda—now you have ruined everything! LOVBORG [Looks fixedly at her for a moment. His face is distorted.] So that was my comrade's frank confidence in me? MRS. ELVSTED [Imploringly.] Oh, my dearest friend—only let me tell you— LOVBORG [Takes one of the gla**es of punch, raises it to his lips, and says in a low, husky voice.] Your health, Thea! [He empties the gla**, puts it down, and takes the second. MRS. ELVSTED [Softly.] Oh, Hedda, Hedda—how could you do this? HEDDA I do it? I? Are you crazy? LOVBORG Here's to your health too, Mrs. Tesman. Thanks for the truth. Hurrah for the truth! [He empties the gla** and is about to re-fill it. HEDDA [Lays her hand on his arm.] Come, come—no more for the present. Remember you are going out to supper. MRS. ELVSTED No, no, no! HEDDA Hush! They are sitting watching you. LOVBORG [Putting down the gla**.] Now, Thea—tell me the truth— MRS. ELVSTED Yes. LOVBORG Did your husband know that you had come after me? MRS. ELVSTED [Wringing her hands.] Oh, Hedda—do you hear what his is asking? LOVBORG Was it arranged between you and him that you were to come to town and look after me? Perhaps it was the Sheriff himself that urged you to come? Aha, my dear—no doubt he wanted my help in his office! Or was it at the card-table that he missed me? MRS. ELVSTED [Softly, in agony.] Oh, Lovborg, Lovborg—! LOVBORG [Seizes a gla** and is on the point of filling it.] Here's a gla** for the old Sheriff too! HEDDA [Preventing him.] No more just now. Remember, you have to read your man*script to Tesman. LOVBORG [Calmly, putting down the gla**.] 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. LOVBORG [Rising.] Mine too, Judge Brack. MRS. ELVSTED [Softly and imploringly.] Oh, Lovborg, don't do it! HEDDA [Pinching her arm.] They can hear you! MRS. ELVSTED [With a suppressed shriek.] Ow! LOVBORG [To BRACK.] You were good enough to invite me. JUDGE BRACK Well, are you coming after all? LOVBORG Yes, many thanks. BRACK I'm delighted— LOVBORG [To TESMAN, putting the parcel of MS. in his pocket.] I should like to show you one or two things before I send it to the printers. TESMAN Fancy—that will be delightful. But, Hedda dear, how is Mrs. Elvsted to get home? Eh? HEDDA Oh, that can be managed somehow. LOVBORG [Looking towards the ladies.] Mrs. Elvsted? Of course, I'll come again and fetch her. [Approaching.] At ten or thereabouts, Mrs. Tesman? Will that do? HEDDA Certainly. That will do capitally. TESMAN. Well, then, that's all right. But you must not expect me so early, Hedda. HEDDA Oh, you may stop as long—as long as ever you please. MRS. ELVSTED [Trying to conceal her anxiety.] Well then, Mr. Lovborg—I shall remain here until you come. LOVBORG [With his hat in his hand.] Pray do, Mrs. Elvsted. BRACK And now off goes the excursion train, gentlemen! I hope we shall have a lively time, as a certain fair lady puts it. HEDDA Ah, if only the fair lady could be present unseen—! BRACK Why unseen? HEDDA In order to hear a little of your liveliness at first hand, Judge Brack. BRACK [Laughing.] I should not advise the fair lady to try it. TESMAN [Also laughing.] Come, you're a nice one Hedda! Fancy that! BRACK Well, good-bye, good-bye, ladies. LOVBORG [Bowing.] About ten o'clock, then, [BRACK, LOVBORG, and TESMAN go out by the hall door. At the same time, BERTA enters from the inner room with a lighted lamp, which she places on the drawing-room table; she goes out by the way she came. MRS. ELVSTED [Who has risen and is wandering restlessly about the room.] Hedda— Hedda—what will come of all this? HEDDA At ten o'clock—he will be here. I can see him already—with vine-leaves in his hair—flushed and fearless— MRS. ELVSTED Oh, I hope he may. HEDDA And then, you see—then he will have regained control over himself. Then he will be a free man for all his days. MRS. ELVSTED Oh God!—if he would only come as you see him now! HEDDA He will come as I see him—so, and not otherwise! [Rises and approaches THEA.] You may doubt him as long as you please; I believe in him. And now we will try— MRS. ELVSTED You have some hidden motive in this, Hedda! HEDDA Yes, I have. I want for once in my life to have power to mould a human destiny. MRS. ELVSTED Have you not the power? HEDDA I have not—and have never had it. MRS. ELVSTED Not your husband's? HEDDA Do you think that is worth the trouble? Oh, if you could only understand how poor I am. And fate has made you so rich! [Clasps her pa**ionately in her arms.] I think I must burn your hair off after all. MRS. ELVSTED Let me go! Let me go! I am afraid of you, Hedda! BERTA [In the middle doorway.] Tea is laid in the dining-room, ma'am. HEDDA Very well. We are coming MRS. ELVSTED No, no, no! I would rather go home alone! At once! HEDDA Nonsense! First you shall have a cup of tea, you little stupid. And then—at ten o'clock—Eilert Lovborg will be here—with vine-leaves in his hair. [She drags MRS. ELVSTED almost by force to the middle doorway.