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Brovik.
Give me your arm. Now let us go.
Ragnar.
Very well. You had better put your things on, too, Kaia.
Solness.
Miss Fosli must stay—just for a moment. There is a letter I want written.
Brovik.
[Looks at Solness.] Good night. Sleep well—if you can.
Solness.
Good night.
[Brovik and Ragnar go out by the hall-door. Kaia goes to the desk. Solness stands with bent head, to the right, by the arm-chair.
Kaia.
[Dubiously.] Is there any letter?
Solness.
[Curtly.] No, of course not. [Looks sternly at her.] Kaia!
Kaia.
[Anxiously, in a low voice.] Yes!
Solness.
[Points imperatively to a spot on the floor.] Come here! At once!
Kaia.
[Hesitatingly.] Yes.
Solness. [As before.] Nearer!
