HERDAL.
Some one is knocking at the door.
SOLNESS.
[Loudly.] Come in.
HILDA WANGEL enters by the hall door. She is of middle height,
supple, and delicately built. Somewhat sunburnt. Dressed in
a tourist costume, with skirt caught up for walking, a sailor's
collar open at the throat, and a small sailor hat on her head.
Knapsack on back, plaid in strap, and alpenstock.
HILDA.
[Goes straight up to SOLNESS, her eyes sparkling with happiness.]
Good evening!
SOLNESS.
[Looks doubtfully at her.] Good evening---
HILDA.
[Laughs.] I almost believe you don't recognise me!
SOLNESS.
No--I must admit that--just for the moment---
DR. HERDAL.
[Approaching.] But _I_ recognise you, my dear young lady---
HILDA.
[Pleased.] Oh, is it you that---
DR. HERDAL.
Of course it is. [To SOLNESS.] We met at one of the mountain
stations this summer. [To HILDA.] What became of the other ladies?
HILDA.
Oh, they went westward.
DR. HERDAL.
They didn't much like all the fun we used to have in the evenings.
HILDA.
No, I believe they didn't.
DR. HERDAL.
[Holds up his finger at her.
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