Solness.
Chiefly to you.
Mrs. Solness.
Then you are—ill after all, Halvard.
Solness.
[Gloomily.] I suppose I must be—or not far from it. [Looks towards the door to the right, which is opened at this moment.] Ah! now it grows lighter.
Hilda Wangel comes in. She has made some alteration in her dress, and let down her skirt.
Hilda.
Good morning, Mr. Solness!
Solness.