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LNESS. Yes? HILDA. May I stay here with you a little? MRS. SOLNESS. Yes, by all means, if you care to. [HILDA moves a stool close to the arm-chair and sits down. HILDA. Ah--here one can sit and sun oneself like a cat. MRS. SOLNESS. [Lays her hand softly on HILDA'S neck.] It is nice of you to be willing to sit with me. I thought you wanted to go in to my husband. HILDA. What should I want with him? MRS. SOLNESS. To help him, I thought. HILDA. No, thank you. And besides, he is not in. He is over there with his workmen. But he looked so fierce that I did not dare to talk to him. MRS. SOLNESS. He is so kind and gentle in reality. HILDA. He! MRS. SOLNESS. You do not really know him yet, Miss Wangel. HILDA. [Looks affectionately at her.] Are you pleased at the thought of moving over to the new house? MRS. SOLNESS. I ought to be pleased; for it is what Halvard wants-- HILDA. Oh, not just on that account, surely? MRS. SOLNESS. Yes, yes, Miss Wangel; for it is only my duty to submit myself to him. But very often it is dreadfully difficult to force one's mind to obedience. HILDA. Yes, that must be difficult indeed. MRS. SOLNESS. I can tell you it is--when one has so many faults as I have-- HILDA. When one has gone through so much trouble as you have-- MRS. SOLNESS. How do you know about that? HILDA. Your husband told me. MRS. SOLNESS. To me he very seldom mentions these things.--Yes, I can tell you I have gone through more than enough trouble in my life, Miss Wangel. HILDA. [Looks sympathetically at her and nods slowly.] Poor Mrs. Solness. First of all there was the fire-- MRS. SOLNESS. [With a sigh.] Yes, everything that was mine was burnt. HILDA. And then came what was worse. MRS. SOLNESS. [Looking inquiringly at her.] Worse? HILDA. The worst of all. MRS. SOLNESS. What do you mean? HILDA. [Softly.] You lost the two little boys. MRS. SOLNESS. Oh, yes, the boys. But, you see, that was a thing apart. That was a dispensation of Providence; and in such things one can only bow in submission--yes, and be thankful, too. HILDA. Then you are so? MRS. SOLNESS. Not always, I am sorry to say. I know well enough that it is my duty--but all the same I cannot. HILDA. No, no, I think that is only natural. MRS. S
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