Very well; then perhaps we had better go in. [To Hilda.] Still in your mountaineering dress, Miss Wangel?
Hilda.
[Gaily, rising.] Yes—in full uniform! But to-day I am not going climbing and breaking my neck. We two will stop quietly below and look on, doctor.
Dr. Herdal.
What are we to look on at?
Mrs. Solness.
[Softly, in alarm, to Hilda.] Hush, hush—for God’s sake! He is coming! Try to get that idea out of his head. And let us be friends, Miss Wangel. Don’t you think we can?
Hilda.
[Throws her arms impetuously round Mrs. Solness’s neck.] Oh, if we only could!
Mrs. Solness.