[Closer.] What! Don’t you take a run down into the garden every day, then?
Mrs. Solness.
[With a faint smile.] I don’t “run” anywhere, nowadays.
Hilda.
Well, but do you not go down now and then to look at all the lovely things there?
Mrs. Solness.
It has all become so strange to me. I am almost afraid to see it again.
Hilda.
Your own garden!
Mrs. Solness.