I sha’n’t tell you to-night. Another time—perhaps.
[She again strolls about the room, stops at the desk and turns over the books and papers a little.
Solness.
[Approaching.] Are you searching for anything?
Hilda.
No, I am merely looking at all these things. [Turns.] Perhaps I mustn’t?
Solness.
Oh, by all means.
Hilda.
Is it you that write in this great ledger?