Solness.
Poor Aline! I suppose it was about the little boys.
Hilda.
[A nervous shudder runs through her; then she nods hurriedly once or twice.
Solness.
She will never get over it—never in this world. [Approaches her.] Now you are standing there again like a statue; just as you stood last night.
Hilda.
[Turns and looks at him, with great serious eyes.] I am going away.
Solness.
[Sharply.] Going away!