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Solness.
[Lowers his voice.] We have had children—Aline and I.
Hilda.
[Looks eagerly at him.] Have you?
Solness.
Two little boys. They were of the same age.
Hilda.
Twins, then.
Solness.
Yes, twins. It's eleven or twelve years ago now.
Hilda.
[Cautiously.] And so both of them? You have lost both the twins, then?
Solness.
[With quiet emotion.] We kept them only about three weeks. Or scarcely so much. [Bursts forth.] Oh, Hilda, I can't tell you what a good thing it is for me that you have come! For now at last I have some one I can talk to!
Hilda.
Can you not talk to—her, too?
Solness.
Not about this. Not as I want to talk and must talk. [Gloomily.] And not about so many other things, either.
