Mrs. Solness.
[Rises slowly.] What is behind all this? You may just as well tell me at once.
Solness.
But there is nothing behind it! I have never done you any wrong—not wittingly and wilfully, at any rate. And yet—and yet it seems as though a crushing debt rested upon me and weighed me down.
Mrs. Solness.
A debt to me?
Solness.
Chiefly to you.
Mrs. Solness.
Then you are—ill after all, Halvard.
Solness.
[Gloomily.] I suppose I must be—or not far from it. [Looks towards the door to the right, which is opened at this moment.] Ah! now it grows lighter.
Hilda Wangel comes in. She has made some alteration in her dress, and let down her skirt.
Hilda.
Good morning, Mr. Solness!
Solness.
[Nods.] Slept well?
Hilda.
Quite deliciously! Like a child in a cradle. Oh—I lay and stretched myself like—like a princess!
