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Solness.
No. You are like a dawning day. When I look at you—I seem to be looking towards the sunrise.
Hilda.
Tell me, Mr. Solness—are you certain that you have never called me to you? Inwardly, you know?
Solness.
[Softly and slowly.] I almost think I must have.
Hilda.
What did you want with me?
Solness.
You are the younger generation, Hilda.
Hilda.
[Smiles.] That younger generation that you are so afraid of?
Solness.
[Nods slowly.] And which, in my heart, I yearn towards so deeply.
[Hilda rises, goes to the little table, and fetches Ragnak Brovik's portfolio.
Hilda.
[Holds out the portfolio to him.] We were talking of these drawings
Solness.
[Shortly, waving them away.] Put those things away! I have seen enough of them.
