Hilda.
Don’t waste time talking. The poor old man might go and die in the meantime.
Solness.
Answer me Hilda. What do you want of me?
Hilda.
I want my kingdom.
Solness.
H’m——
He gives a rapid glance towards the door on the left, and then goes on writing on the drawings. At the same moment Mrs. Solness enters; she has some packages in her hand.
Mrs. Solness.