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 Solness.

[Points to his own forehead.] Here you see one at all events.

Hilda.

You—Mr. Solness!

Mrs. Solness.

Oh, don't talk like that, my dear Halvard!

Solness.

Have you not noticed that yet?

Hilda.

No, I certainly have not. [Reflects and laughs a little.] And yet—perhaps in one single thing.

Solness.

Ah, do you hear that, Aline?

Mrs Solness.

What is that one single thing, Miss Wangel?

Hilda.

No, I won't say.

Solness.

Oh yes, do!

Hilda.

No thank you—I am not so mad as that.

Mrs. Solness.

When you and Miss Wangel are alone, I daresay she will tell you, Halvard.

Solness.

Ah—you think she will?