Solness.
[Collecting himself.] No, no,of course not! You don't understand me either. [Gently and softly.] Of course it is you I want to keep—you above everything, Kaia. But for that very reason, you must prevent Ragnar, too, from throwing up his situation. There, there,—now go home.
Kaia.
Yes, yes—good-night, then.
Solness.
Good night. [As she is going.] Oh, stop a moment! Are Ragnar's drawings in there?
Kaia.
I did not see him take them with him.
Solness.
Then just go and find them for me. I might perhaps glance over them, after all.
Kaia.
[Happy.] Oh yes, please do!
Solness.
For your sake, Kaia dear. Now, let me have them at once, please.
[Kaia hurries into the draughtsmen's office, searches anxiously in the table-drawer finds a portfolio and brings it with her.
Kaia.
Here are all the drawings.
Solness.
Good. Put them down there on the table.
