Dr. Herdal.
[Politely retreating.] It is—very much so—but still I don't in the least understand——
Hilda.
[Measures him with a glance.] Oh, you will. I have come to be of use to you. I've no luggage, and no money. Not that that makes any difference. I never have. And I've been allured and attracted here. You surely know how these things come about?
[Throws her arms round him.
Dr. Herdal.
What the deuce! Miss Wangel, you mustn't. I'm a married man! There's my wife!
[Mrs. Herdal enters.
Hilda.
As if that mattered—it's only dear, sweet Mrs. Solness. She doesn't mind—do you, dear Mrs. Solness?