[All three go back to their work. A short silence.
HALVARD SOLNESS comes in through the hall door. He is a man no
longer young, but healthy and vigorous, with close-cut curly
hair, dark moustache and dark thick eyebrows. He wears a
greyish-green buttoned jacket with an upstanding collar and
broad lapels. On his head he wears a soft grey felt hat,
and he has one or two light portfolios under his arm.
[Near the door, points towards the draughtsmen's office, and asks in a whisper:] Are they gone?
[Softly, shaking her] No.
[She takes the shade off her eyes. SOLNESS crosses the room,
throws his hat on a chair, places the portfolios on the table
by the sofa, and approaches the desk again. KAIA goes on
writing without intermission, but seems nervous and uneasy.
[Aloud.] What is that you are entering, Miss Fosli?
[Starts.] Oh, it is only something that—
Let me look at it, Miss Fosli. [Bends over her, pretends to be looking into the ledger, and whispers:] Kaia!
[Softly, still writing.] Well?
Why do you always take that shade off when I come?