[With a short, deep laugh.] To carry off women eh?
Hilda.
To be carried off.
Solness.
[Looks at her a moment.] Oh, indeed.
Hilda.
[As if breaking the thread of the conversation.] But what made you speak of these vikings, Mr. Solness?
Solness.
Why, those fellows must have had robust consciences, if you like! When they got home again, they could eat and drink, and be as happy as children. And the women, too! They often would not leave them on any account. Can you understand that, Hilda?
Hilda.