Hilda.
It was. I was a mere chit then—only twenty-three; but I remember. And now I have come for you.
Dr. Herdal.
Dear, dear! But there is nothing of the troll about me now I have married Mrs. Solness.
Hilda.
[Looking sharply at him.] Yes, I remember you were always dropping in to tea in those days.
Dr. Herdal.
[Seems hurt.] Every visit was duly put down in the ledger and charged for—as poor little Senna will tell you.
Hilda.
Little Senna? Oh, Dr. Herdal, I believe there is a bit of the troll left in you still!