Hilda.
No, never! I have given it up. For it all seems so irrelevant.
Solness.
That is just my feeling.
[Hilda wanders about a little, stops at the small table, opens the portfolio and turns over the contents.
Hilda.
Are all these drawings yours?
Solness.
No, they are drawn by a young man whom I employ to help me.
Hilda.