Hilda.
Then, good heavens—if that is so—can’t you tell the least little bit of a lie for once in a way?
Solness.
A lie? [Raging.] Hilda—take those devil’s drawings out of my sight!
Hilda.
[Draws the portfolio a little nearer to herself.] Well well, well—don’t bite me.—You talk of trolls—but I think you go on like a troll yourself. [Looks round.] Where do you keep your pen and ink?
Solness.
There is nothing of the sort in here.
Hilda.
[Goes towards the door.] But in the office where that young lady is——