Hilda.
[Lays the portfolio on the sofa-table.] Very well. Now let us two sit down here, Mr. Solness. [Solness seats himself at the table. Hilda stands behind him, leaning over the back of the chair.] And now we will write on the drawings. We must write very, very nicely and cordially—for this horrid Ruar—or whatever his name is.
Solness.
[Writes a few words, turns his head and looks at her.] Tell me one thing, Hilda.
Hilda.
Yes!
Solness.
If you have been waiting for me all these ten years——
Hilda.
What then?