Solness.
Why have you never written to me? Then I could have answered you.
Hilda.
[Hastily.] No, no, no! That was just what I did not want.
Solness.
Why not?
Hilda.
I was afraid the whole thing might fall to pieces.—But we were going to write on the drawings, Mr. Solness.
Solness.
So we were.