How was it now? What came of all this—between us two?
Hilda.
Why, nothing more came of it. You know that quite well. For then the other guests came in, and then—bah!
Solness.
Quite so! The others came in. To think of my forgetting that too!
Hilda.
Oh, you haven’t really forgotten anything: you are only a little ashamed of it all. I am sure one doesn’t forget things of that kind.
Solness.
No, one would suppose not.
Hilda.