Yes; for no one else knew about it.
Hilda.
And you said nothing?
Solness.
Nothing.
Hilda.
And did not think of repairing the flue either?
Solness.
Oh yes, I thought about it—but never got any further. Every time I intended to set to work, it seemed just as if a hand held me back. Not to-day, I thought—to-morrow; and nothing ever came of it.
Hilda.