Mrs. Solness.
Yes, long after that.
Hilda.
After you were married, too?
Mrs. Solness.
Oh yes, indeed. So long as he did not see it——. But they were all burnt up, poor things. No one thought of saving them. Oh, it is so miserable to think of. You mustn’t laugh at me, Miss Wangel.
Hilda.
I am not laughing in the least.
Mrs. Solness.
For you see, in a certain sense, there was life in them, too. I carried them under my heart—like little unborn children.