Mrs. Solness.
I don't feel that it is mine any longer.
Hilda.
What do you mean?
Mrs. Solness.
No, no, it is not—not as it was in my mother's and father's time. They have taken away so much—so much of the garden, Miss Wangel. Fancy—they have parcelled it out—and built houses for strangers—people that I don't know. And they can sit and look in upon me from their windows.
Hilda.
[With a bright expression.] Mrs. Solness!
Mrs. Solness.
Yes!
Hilda.
May I stay here with you a little?
Mrs. Solness.
Yes, by all means, if you care to.
[Hilda moves a stool close to the arm-chair and sits down.
Hilda.
Ah—here one can sit and sun oneself like a cat.
Mrs. Solness.
[Lays her hand softly on Hilda's neck.] It is nice of you to be willing to sit with me. I thought you wanted to go in to my husband.
