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 Mrs. Solness.

Oh, how can you say so, Halvard? Why, you can't even bear to go out on the second-storey balcony here. You have always been like that.

Solness.

You may perhaps see something different this evening.

Mrs. Solness.

[In alarm.] No, no, no! Please God I shall never see that. I will write at once to the doctor—and I am sure he won't let you do it. Solness. Why, Aline! Mrs. Solness. Oh, you know you're ill, Halvard. This proves it! Oh God—Oh God! [She goes hastily out to the right.

Hilda.

[Looks intently at him.] Is it so, or is it not?

Solness.

That I turn dizzy?

Hilda.

That my master builder dares not—cannot—climb as high as he builds?

Solness.

Is that the way you look at it?

Hilda.

Yes.