Solness.
Why not?
Hilda.
It sounds so cold, and sharp, and stinging. Duty—duty—duty. Don't you think so, too? Doesn't it seem to sting you?
Solness.
H'm—haven't thought much about it.
Hilda.
Yes, it does. And if she is so good—as you say she is—why should she talk in that way?
Solness.
But, good Lord, what would you have had her say, then?
Hilda.
She might have said she would do it because she had taken a tremendous fancy to me. She might have said something like that—something really warm and cordial, you understand.
Solness.
[Looks at her.] Is that how you would like to have it?
Hilda.
Yes, precisely. [She wanders about the room, stops at the bookcase and looks at the books.] What a lot of books you have.
Solness.
Yes, I have got together a good many.
