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 Brovik.

Give me your arm. Now let us go.

Ragnar.

Very well. You had better put your things on, too, Kaia.

Solness.

Miss Fosli must stay—just for a moment. There is a letter I want written.

Brovik.

[Looks at Solness.] Good night. Sleep well—if you can.

Solness.

Good night.

[Brovik and Ragnar go out by the hall-door. Kaia goes to the desk. Solness stands with bent head, to the right, by the arm-chair.

Kaia.

[Dubiously.] Is there any letter?

Solness.

[Curtly.] No, of course not. [Looks sternly at her.] Kaia!

Kaia.

[Anxiously, in a low voice.] Yes!

Solness.

[Points imperatively to a spot on the floor.] Come here! At once!

Kaia.

[Hesitatingly.] Yes.

Solness. [As before.] Nearer!