Solness.
Yes. Chiefly that.
[Hilda drifts across the verandah with her hands behind her back, stops at the railing and looks out over the garden.
Solness.
[After a short pause.] Did you have a long talk with her?
[Hilda stands motionless and does not answer.
Solness.
Had you a long talk, I asked?
[Hilda is silent as before.
Solness.
What was she talking about, Hilda?
[Hilda continues silent.
Solness.
Poor Aline! I suppose it was about the little boys.
Hilda.
[A nervous shudder runs through her; then she nods hurriedly once or twice.
Solness.
She will never get over it—never in this world. [Approaches her.] Now you are standing there again like a statue; just as you stood last night.
Hilda.
[Turns and looks at him, with great serious eyes.] I am going away.
