Hilda. Then you have really forgotten how you sat next to me at the table d'hôte, and made pills and swallowed them, and were so splendid and buoyant and free that all the old women who knitted left next day?
Dr. Herd. What a memory you have for trifles, Miss Wangel, it's quite wonderful!
Hilda. Trifles! There was no trifling on your part. When you promised to come back in ten years, like a troll, and fetch me!
Dr. Herd. Did I say all that? It must have been after table d'hôte!
Hilda. It was. I was a mere chit then—only twenty-three; but I remember. And now I have come for you.
Dr. Herd. Dear, dear! But there is nothing of the troll about me now I have married Mrs. Solness.
Hilda (looking sharply at him). Yes, I remember you were always dropping in to tea in those days.
Dr. Herd. (seems hurt). Every visit was duly put down in the ledger and charged for—as poor little Senna will tell you.
Hilda. Little Senna? Oh, Dr. Herdal, I believe there is a bit of the troll left in you still!
Dr. Herd. (laughs a little). No, no; my conscience is perfectly robust—always was.