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 looked at her—and kept on wishing intently that I could have her here. Then I talked to her a little, in a friendly way—about one thing and another. And then she went away.

Dr. Herdal.

Well?

Solness.

Well then, next day, pretty late in the evening, when old Brovik and Ragnar had gone home, she came here again, and behaved as if I had made an arrangement with her.

Dr. Herdal.

An arrangement? What about?

Solness.

About the very thing my mind had been fixed on. But I hadn't said one single word about it.

Dr. Herdal.

That was most extraordinary

Solness.

Yes, was it not? And now she wanted to know what she was to do here—whether she could begin the very next morning, and so forth.

Dr. Herdal.

Don't you think she did it in order to be with her sweetheart?

Solness.

That was what occurred to me at first. But no, that was not it. She seemed to drift quite away from him—when once she had come here to me.