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 Kaia. [In nervous exaltation.]. My God! My God!

SOLNESS. [Kisses her hair.] Kaia—Kaia!

Kaia. [Sinks down before him.] Oh, how good you are to me! How unspeakably good you are!

Solness. [Vehemently.] Get up! For goodness' sake get up! I think I hear some one!

[He helps her to rise. She staggers over to the desk.

Mrs. Solness enters by the door on the right. She looks thin and wasted with grief, but shows traces of bygone beauty. Blonde ringlets. Dressed with good taste, wholly in black. Speaks some-*what slowly and in a plaintive voice.

Mrs. Solness. [In the doorway.] Halvard!

Solness. [Turns.] Oh, are you there, my dear?

Mrs. Solness. [With a glance at Kaia.] I am afraid I am disturbing you.

Solness. Not in the least. Miss Fosli has only a short letter to write.

Mrs. Solness. Yes, so I see.