et, 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 for me on one of the plans! Something for father
to read before he--
SOLNESS.
[Vehemently.] I won't hear anything more about those drawings of yours!
RAGNAR.
Have you looked at them?
SOLNESS.
Yes--I have.
RAGNAR.
And they are good for nothing? And _I_ am good for nothing, too?
SOLNESS.
[Evasively.] Stay here with me, Ragnar. You shall have everything your
own way. And then you can marry Kaia, and live at your ease--and happily
too, who knows? Only don't think of building on your own account.
RAGNAR.
Well, well, then I must go home and tell father what you say--I promised
I would.--Is this what I am to tell father--before he dies?
SOLNESS.
[With a groan.] Oh tell him--tell him what you will, for me. Best to say
nothing at all to him! [With a sudden outburst.] I cannot do anything
else, Ragnar!
RAGNAR.
May I have the drawings to take with me?
SOLNESS.
Yes, take them--take them by all means! They are lying there on the
table.
RAGNAR.
[Goes to the table.] Thanks.
HILDA.
[Puts her hand on the portfolio.] No, no; leave them here.
SOLNESS.
Why?
HILDA.
Because I want to look at them, too.
SOLNESS.
But you have been---- [To RAGNAR.] Well, leave them here, then.
RAGNAR.
Very well.
SOLNESS.
And go home at once to your father.
RAGNAR.
Yes, I suppose I must.
SOLNESS.
[As if in desperation.] Ragnar--you must not ask me to do what is beyond
my power! Do you hear, Ragnar? You must not!
RAGNAR.
No, no. I beg you pardon--
[He bows, and goes out by the corner door. HILDA goes over and
sits down on a chair near the mirror.
HILDA.
[Looks angrily at SOLN
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