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Solness.
[Involuntarily.] Hilda!
Hilda.
Well!
Solness.
How in the world did that come into your head?
Hilda.
Do you think I am so very far wrong then?
Solness.
No, that's not what I mean. But now I'll tell you something.
Hilda.
Well?
Solness.
I keep on—incessantly—in silence and alone—brooding on that very thought.
Hilda.
Yes, that seems to me perfectly natural.
Solness.
[Looks somewhat searchingly at her.] Perhaps you have noticed it already?
Hilda.
No, indeed I haven't.
SOLNESS.
But just now—when you said you thought I was—off my balance? In one thing, you said
