Solness.
My dear Aline, ought you not to go out for a little walk?
Mrs. Solness.
Yes, I suppose I ought to.
[She continues to attend to the flowers.
Solness.
[Bending over the drawings.] Is she still asleep?
Mrs. Solness.
[Looking at him.] Is it Miss Wangel you are sitting there thinking about?
Solness.