Ragnar.
Good. I will do so, Mrs. Solness.
[He goes down the flight of steps and away through the garden.
Mrs. Solness.
Oh, Miss Wangel, you can't think how anxious I feel about him.
Hilda.
Is there anything in this to be so terribly frightened about?
Mrs. Solness.
Oh yes; surely you can understand. Just think, if he were really to do it! If he should take it into his head to climb up the scaffolding!
Hilda.
[Eagerly.] Do you think he will?
Mrs. Solness.
Oh, one can never tell what he might take into his head. I am afraid there is nothing he mightn't think of doing.
Hilda.
Aha! Perhaps you too think that he is—well?
Mrs. Solness.
Oh, I don't know what to think about him now. The doctor has been telling me all sorts of things; and putting it all together with several things I have heard him say
