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Hilda.
Your fault! The fire!
Solness.
All of it; the whole thing. And yet, perhaps—I may not have had anything to do with it.
Hilda.
[Looks at him with a troubled expression.] Oh, Mr. Solness—if you can talk like that, I am afraid you must be—ill, after all.
Solness.
H'm—I don't think I shall ever be of quite sound mind on that point.
Ragnar Brovik cautiously opens the little door in the left-hand corner. Hilda comes forward.
Ragnar.
[When he sees Hilda.] Oh. I beg pardon, Mr. Solness[He makes a movement to withdraw.
Solness.
No, no, don't go. Let us get it over.
Ragnar.
Oh, yes—if only we could.
Solness.
I hear your father is no better?
Ragnar.
Father is fast growing weaker—and therefore I beg and implore you to write a few kind words
