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 Solness.

[Relieved.] Ah, then I suppose your father is better?

Ragnar.

No.

Solness.

Was he not cheered by what I wrote?

Ragnar.

It came too late.

Solness.

Too late!

Ragnar.

When she came with it he was unconscious. He had had a stroke.

Solness.

Why, then, you must go home to him! You must attend to your father!

Ragnar.

He does not need me any more.

Solness.

But surely you ought to be with him.

Ragnar.

She is sitting by his bed.

Solness.

[Rather uncertainly.] Kaia?

Ragnar.

[Looking darkly at him.] Yes—Kaia.