Yes, but at the time I did not breathe a word of what was in my mind. I merely stood and looked at her—and kept on wishing intently that I could have her here. Then I talked to her a little, in a friendly way—about one thing and another. And then she went away.
Dr. Herdal.
Well?
Solness.
Well then, next day, pretty late in the evening, when old Brovik and Ragnar had gone home, she came here again, and behaved as if I had made an arrangement with her.
Dr. Herdal.
An arrangement? What about?
Solness.
About the very thing my mind had been fixed on. But I hadn’t said one single word about it.
Dr. Herdal.