Solness: But luck must turn. The younger generation will come knocking at my door. Then there's an end of Halvard Solness, the master builder. (A knock at the door. Starts.) What's that?
Dr. Herdal: Someone is knocking at the door.
Solness (loudly): Come in!
[Hilda Wangel enters. She is dressed in a tourist costume, skirt caught up for walking, and carries a knapsack and alpenstock.
Hilda: You don't recognise me?
Solness (doubtfully): No. I must admit that—just for the moment.
Dr. Herdal: But I recognise you, Miss Wangel.
Solness: Wangel? You must be the doctor's daughter up at Lysanger?
Hilda: Yes. Who else's daughter should I be?
[Solness calls in his wife, an old friend of Miss Wangel's. Hilda asks leave to stay the night. Mrs. Solness consents amiably. She and the doctor go out. Hilda and Solness alone.