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 Hilda.

[Rises.] You surely cannot mean to deny it?

Solness.

Yes, I do. I deny it altogether!

Hilda.

[Looks scornfully at him.] Oh, indeed!

[She turns and goes slowly close up to the stove, where she remains standing motionless, her face averted from him, her hands behind her back. Short pause.

Solness.

[Goes cautiously up behind her.] Miss Wangel

Hilda.

[Is silent and does not move.]

Solness.

Don't stand there like a statue. You must have dreamt all this. [Lays his hand on her arm.] Now just listen

Hilda.

[Makes an impatient movement with her arm.]

Solness.

[As a thought flashes upon him.] Or! Wait a moment! There is something under all this, you may depend!

Hilda.

[Does not move.]

Solness.

[In a low voice, but with emphasis.] I must have