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Solness.
Do you dream much of nights?
Hilda.
Oh yes! Almost always.
Solness.
What do you dream about most?
Hilda.
I sha'n't tell you to-night. Another time—perhaps.
[She again strolls about the room, stops at the desk and turns over the books and papers a little.
Solness.
[Approaching.] Are you searching for anything?
Hilda.
No, I am merely looking at all these things. [Turns.] Perhaps I mustn't?
Solness.
Oh, by all means.
Hilda.
Is it you that write in this great ledger?
Solness.
No, it's my book-keeper.
Hilda.
Is it a woman?
Solness.
[Smiles.] Yes.
