Tell me, Mr. Solness—are you certain that you have never called me to you? Inwardly, you know?
[Softly and slowly.] I almost think I must have.
What did you want with me?
You are the younger generation, Hilda.
[Smiles.] That younger generation that you are so afraid of?
[Nods slowly.] And which, in my heart, I yearn towards so deeply.
[HILDA rises, goes to the little table, and fetches RAGNAR
BROVIK'S portfolio.
[Holds out the portfolio to him.] We were talking of these drawings—
[Shortly, waving them away.] Put those things away! I have seen enough of them.
Yes, but you have to write your approval on them.