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 Ragnar. No, no. I beg your pardon [He bows, and goes out by the corner door. Hilda goes over and sits down on a chair near the mirror.

Hilda. [Looks angrily at Solness.] That was a very ugly thing to do.

Solness. Do you think so, too?

Hilda. Yes, it was horribly ugly—and hard and bad and cruel as well.

Solness. Oh, you don't understand my position.

Hilda. No matter. I say you ought not to be like that.

Solness. You said yourself, only just now, that no one but I ought to be allowed to build.

Hilda. I may say such things—but you must not.

Solness. I most of all, surely, who have paid so dear for my position.