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 Mrs. Solness.

[Anxiously.] Sick? Are you ill, Halvard?

Solness.

[Violently.] A half-mad man then! A crazy man! Call me what you will.

Mrs. Solness.

[Feels blindly for a chair and sits down.] Halvard—for God's sake

Solness.

But you are wrong, both you and the doctor. I am not in the state you imagine.

[He walks up and down the room. Mrs. Solness follows him anxiously with her eyes. Finally he goes up to her.

Solness.

[Calmly.] In reality there is nothing whatever the matter with me.

Mrs. Solness.

No, there isn't, is there? But then what is it that troubles you so?

Solness.

Why this, that I often feel ready to sink under this terrible burden of debt

Mrs. Solness.

Debt, do you say? But you owe no one anything, Halvard!

Solness.

[Softly, with emotion.] I owe a boundless debt to you—to you—to you, Aline.