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 Hilda.

Then I should say you ought to go out and open the door to the younger generation.

Solness.

Open the door?

Hilda.

Yes. Let them come in to you on friendly terms, as it were.

Solness.

No, no, no! The younger generation—it means retribution, you see. It comes, as if under a new banner, heralding the turn of fortune.

Hilda.

[Rises, looks at him, and says with a quivering twitch of her lips.] Can I be of any use to you, Mr. Solness?

Solness.

Yes, you can indeed! For you, too, come—under a new banner, it seems to me. Youth marshalled against youth!

Dr. Herdal comes in by the hall-door.

Dr. Herdal.

What—you and Miss Wangel here still?

Solness.

Yes. We have had no end of things to talk about.

Hilda.

Both old and new.

Dr. Herdal.

Have you really?