Dr. Herd. (politely retreating). It is—very much so—but still I don't in the least understand——
Hilda (measures him with a glance). Oh, you will. I have come to be of use to you. I've no luggage, and no money. Not that that makes any difference. I never have. And I've been allured and attracted here. You surely know how these things come about? [Throws her arms round him.
Dr. Herd. What the deuce! Miss Wangel, you mustn't. I'm a married man! There's my wife! [Mrs. Herd. enters.
Hilda. As if that mattered—it's only dear, sweet Mrs. Solness. She doesn't mind—do you, dear Mrs. Solness?
Mrs. Herd. It does not seem to be of much use minding, Miss Wangel. I presume you have come to stay?
Hilda (in amused surprise). Why, of course—what else should I come for? I always come to stay, until—h'm!
[Nods slowly, and sits down at table.
Dr. Herd. (involuntarily). She's drinking my punch! If she thinks I'm going to stand this sort of thing, she's mistaken. I'll soon show her a Pill-Doctor is a very different kind of person from a mere Master Builder!
[Hilda finishes the punch with an indefinable expression in her eyes, and Dr. Herdal looks on gloomily as the Curtain falls. End of First Act.