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 Solness.

Do you dream much of nights?

Hilda.

Oh yes! Almost always.

Solness.

What do you dream about most?

Hilda.

I sha'n't tell you to-night. Another time—perhaps.

[She again strolls about the room, stops at the desk and turns over the books and papers a little.

Solness.

[Approaching.] Are you searching for anything?

Hilda.

No, I am merely looking at all these things. [Turns.] Perhaps I mustn't?

Solness.

Oh, by all means.

Hilda.

Is it you that write in this great ledger?

Solness.

No, it's my book-keeper.

Hilda.

Is it a woman?

Solness.

[Smiles.] Yes.