[To HILDA.]
And I'll try to get one or two things that you may require.
HILDA.
[Making a motion to throw her arms round her neck.] Oh, you dear,
Mrs. Solness! You are really much too kind to me! Frightfully
kind---
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Deprecatingly, freeing herself.] Oh, not at all. It's only my duty,
so I am very glad to do it.
HILDA.
[Offended, pouts.] But really, I think I am quite fit to be seen in
the streets--now that I've put my dress to rights. Or do you think
I am not?
MRS. SOLNESS.
To tell you the truth, I think people would stare at you a little.
HILDA.
[Contemptuously.] Pooh! Is that all? That only amuses me.
SOLNESS.
[With suppressed ill-humour.] Yes, but people might take it into
their heads that you were mad too, you see.
HILDA.
Mad? Are there so many mad people here in town, then?
SOLNESS.
[Points to his own forehead.] Here you see one at all events.
HILDA.
You--Mr. Solness!
SOLNESS.
Have you not noticed that yet?
HILDA.
No, I certainly have not. [Reflects and laughs a little.] And yet--
perhaps in one single thing.
SOLNESS.
Ah, do you hear that, Aline?
MRS.
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