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 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?