[All three go back to their work. A short silence.
Halvard Solness comes in through the hall door. He is a man no longer young, but healthy and vigorous, with close-cut curly hair, dark moustache and dark thick eyebrows. He wears a greyish-green buttoned jacket with an upstanding collar and broad lappels. On his head he wears a soft grey felt hat, and he has one or two light portfolios under his arm.
Solness.
[Near the door, points towards the draughtsmen’s office, and asks in a whisper:] Are they gone?
Kaia.
[Softly, shaking her head.] No.
[She takes the shade off her eyes. Solness crosses the room, throws his hat on a chair, places the portfolios on the table by the sofa, and approaches the desk again. Kaia goes on writing without intermission, but seems nervous and uneasy.
Solness.
[Aloud.] What is that you are entering, Miss Fosli?
Kaia.