May I stay here with you a little?
Mrs. Solness.
Yes, by all means, if you care to.
[Hilda moves a stool close to the arm-chair and sits down.
Hilda.
Ah—here one can sit and sun oneself like a cat.
Mrs. Solness.
[Lays her hand softly on Hilda’s neck.] It is nice of you to be willing to sit with me. I thought you wanted to go in to my husband.
Hilda.
What should I want with him?