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 Solness.

[Involuntarily.] Hilda!

Hilda.

Well!

Solness.

How in the world did that come into your head?

Hilda.

Do you think I am so very far wrong then?

Solness.

No, that's not what I mean. But now I'll tell you something.

Hilda.

Well?

Solness.

I keep on—incessantly—in silence and alone—brooding on that very thought.

Hilda.

Yes, that seems to me perfectly natural.

Solness.

[Looks somewhat searchingly at her.] Perhaps you have noticed it already?

Hilda.

No, indeed I haven't.

SOLNESS.

But just now—when you said you thought I was—off my balance? In one thing, you said