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 neckcloth. Ragnar Brovik is a well-dressed, light-haired man in his thirties, with a slight stoop. Kaia Fosli is a slightly built girl, a little over twenty, carefully dressed, and delicate-looking. She has a green shade over her eyes.—All three go on working for some time in silence.

Knut Brovik.

[Rises suddenly, as if in distress, from the table; breathes heavily and laboriously as he comes forward into the doorway.] No, I can't bear it much longer!

Kaia.

[Going up to him.] You are feeling very ill this evening, are you not, uncle?

Brovik.

Oh, I seem to get worse every day.

Ragnar.

[Has risen and advances.] You ought to go home, father. Try to get a little sleep

Brovik.

[Impatiently.] Go to bed, I suppose? Would you have me stifled outright?

Kaia.

Then take a little walk.

Ragnar.

Yes, do. I will come with you.

Brovik.

[With warmth.] I will not go till he comes! I