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Hilda.
One you employ here, in your office?
Solness.
Yes.
Hilda.
Is she married?
Solness.
No, she is single.
Hilda.
Oh, indeed!
Solness.
But I believe she is soon going to be married.
Hilda.
That's a good thing for her.
Solness.
But not such a good thing for me. For then I shall have nobody to help me.
Hilda.
Can't you get hold of some one else who will do just as well?
Solness.
Perhaps you would stay here and—and write in the ledger?
Hilda.
[Measures him with a glance.] Yes, I daresay! No, thank you—nothing of that sort for me.
[She again strolls across the room, and sits down in the rocking-chair. Solness too goes to the table.
Hilda.
[Continuing.] For there must surely be plenty
