You should have tied a knot in your pocket-handkerchief, Mr. Solness.
SOLNESS.
In that case, I should simply have had to go racking my brains to
discover what the knot could mean.
HILDA.
Oh yes, I suppose there are trolls of that kind in the world, too.
SOLNESS.
[Rises slowly.] What a good thing it is that you have come to me now.
HILDA.
[Looks deeply into his eyes.] Is it a good thing!
SOLNESS.
For I have been so lonely here. I have been gazing so helplessly at
it all. [In a lower voice.] I must tell you--I have begun to be
afraid of the younger generation.
HILDA.
[With a little snort of contempt.] Pooh--is the younger generation
something to be afraid of?
SOLNESS.
It is indeed. And that is why I have locked and barred myself in.
[Mysteriously.] I tell you the younger generation will one day come
and thunder at my door! They will break in upon me!
HILDA.
Then I should say you ought to go out and open the door to the
younger generation.
SOLNESS.
Open the door?
HILDA.
Yes. Let them come in to you on friendly terms, as it were.
SOLNESS.
No, no, no! The younger generation--it means retribution, you see.
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