Solness.
[Loudly.] Come in.
Hilda Wangel enters by the hall door. She is of middle height, supple, and delicately built. Somewhat sunburnt. Dressed in a tourist costume, with skirt caught up for walking, a sailor's collar open at the throat, and a small sailor hat on her head. Knapsack on back, plaid in strap, and alpenstock.
Hilda.
[Goes straight up to Solness, her eyes sparkling with happiness.] Good evening!
Solness.
[Looks doubtfully at her.] Good evening
Hilda.
[Laughs.] I almost believe you don't recognise me!
Solness.
No—I must admit that—just for the moment
Dr. Herdal.
[Approaching.] But I recognise you, my dear young lady
Hilda.
[Pleased.] Oh, is it you that
Dr. Herdal.
Of course it is. [To Solness.] We met at one of the mountain stations this summer. [To Hilda.] What became of the other ladies?
