Hilda.
[Bends forward and looks over his shoulder while he writes.] Mind now, kindly and cordially! Oh how I hate—how I hate this Ruald——
Solness.
[Writing.] Have you never really cared for any one, Hilda?
Hilda.
[Harshly.] What do you say?
Solness.
Have you never cared for any one?
Hilda.
For any one else, I suppose you mean?