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 Solness.

No. You are like a dawning day. When I look at you—I seem to be looking towards the sunrise.

Hilda.

Tell me, Mr. Solness—are you certain that you have never called me to you? Inwardly, you know?

Solness.

[Softly and slowly.] I almost think I must have.

Hilda.

What did you want with me?

Solness.

You are the younger generation, Hilda.

Hilda.

[Smiles.] That younger generation that you are so afraid of?

Solness.

[Nods slowly.] And which, in my heart, I yearn towards so deeply.

[Hilda rises, goes to the little table, and fetches Ragnak Brovik's portfolio.

Hilda.

[Holds out the portfolio to him.] We were talking of these drawings

Solness.

[Shortly, waving them away.] Put those things away! I have seen enough of them.