[With suppressed ill-humour.] Yes, but people might take it into their heads that you were mad too, you see.
Hilda.
Mad? Are there so many mad people here in town, then?
Solness.
[Points to his own forehead.] Here you see one at all events.
Hilda.
You—Mr. Solness!
Mrs. Solness.
Oh, don’t talk like that, my dear Halvard!
Solness.