[Turns quickly towards him and has once more the sparkling expression of gladness in her eyes.] Well, you see, I got it out of you at last!
Solness.
[With a slight smile.] Yes—just think of my forgetting such a thing as that.
Hilda.
[Again a little sulky, retreats from him.] Oh, you have kissed so many people in your time, I suppose.
Solness.
No, you mustn’t think that of me. [Hilda seats herself in the arm-chair. Solness stands and leans against the rocking-chair. Looks observantly at her.] Miss Wangel!
Hilda.
Yes!
Solness.