HILDA _(with
quivering
lips): Almost_--I was going to say.
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they'll thunder at my door.
HILDA: Then I'd go out and open it. Let them come
in to you on friendly terms, as it were.
SOLNESS: No, no, no! The younger generation--it
means retribution.
HILDA (_with quivering lips_): Can _I_ be of any use to
you, Mr. Solness?
SOLNESS: Yes, you can. For you, too, come--under
a new banner, it seems to me. Youth marshalled against
youth! _You_ are the very one I have most needed.
HILDA (_with happy, wondering eyes_): Oh, heavens, how
lovely!
SOLNESS: What?
HILDA: Then I _have_ my kingdom!
SOLNESS _(involuntarily)_: Hilda!
HILDA _(with quivering lips): Almost_--I was going to say.
[_She goes out_. SOLNESS _follows her_.
ACT II
SCENE. --_A small drawing-room in the house of_ SOLNESS. SOLNESS _is
examining_ RAGNAR BROVIK'S _drawings_. MRS. SOLNESS _is
attending to her flowers_.
SOLNESS: Is she still asleep?
MRS. SOLNESS _(looking at him_): Is it Miss Wangel
you are sitting there thinking about? She was up long
ago.
SOLNESS: Oh, was she? So we've found a use for one
of our three nurseries, after all, Aline, now that Hilda
occupies one of them.
MRS. SOLNESS: Yes, we have.
they'll thunder at my door.
HILDA: Then I'd go out and open it. Let them come
in to you on friendly terms, as it were.
SOLNESS: No, no, no! The younger generation--it
means retribution.
HILDA (_with quivering lips_): Can _I_ be of any use to
you, Mr. Solness?
SOLNESS: Yes, you can. For you, too, come--under
a new banner, it seems to me. Youth marshalled against
youth! _You_ are the very one I have most needed.
HILDA (_with happy, wondering eyes_): Oh, heavens, how
lovely!
SOLNESS: What?
HILDA: Then I _have_ my kingdom!
SOLNESS _(involuntarily)_: Hilda!
HILDA _(with quivering lips): Almost_--I was going to say.
[_She goes out_. SOLNESS _follows her_.
ACT II
SCENE. --_A small drawing-room in the house of_ SOLNESS. SOLNESS _is
examining_ RAGNAR BROVIK'S _drawings_. MRS. SOLNESS _is
attending to her flowers_.
SOLNESS: Is she still asleep?
MRS. SOLNESS _(looking at him_): Is it Miss Wangel
you are sitting there thinking about? She was up long
ago.
SOLNESS: Oh, was she? So we've found a use for one
of our three nurseries, after all, Aline, now that Hilda
occupies one of them.
MRS. SOLNESS: Yes, we have.