Hilda.
[Rising.] Peace of soul! [With feeling.] Yes, yes, you are right in that! Poor Mr. Solness—you fancy that——
Solness.
[With a quiet, chuckling laugh.] Just sit down again, Hilda, and I’ll tell you something funny.
Hilda.
[Sits down; with intent interest.] Well?
Solness.
It sounds such a ludicrous little thing; for, you see, the whole story turns upon nothing but a crack in a chimney.
Hilda.
No more than that?