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 Solness.

So we were.

Hilda.

[Bends forward and looks over his shoulder while he writes.] Mind now, kindly and cordially! Oh how I hate—how I hate this Ruald

Solness.

[Writing.] Have you never really cared for any one, Hilda?

Hilda.

[Harshly.] What do you say?

Solness.

Have you never cared for any one?

Hilda.

For any one else, I suppose you mean?

Solness.

[Looks up at her.] For any one else, yes. Have you never? In all these ten years? Never?

Hilda.

Oh yes, now and then. When I was perfectly furious with you for not coming.

Solness.

Then you did take an interest in other people, too?

Hilda.

A little bit—for a week or so. Good heavens, Mr. Solness, you surely know how such things come about.