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 Ragnar.

Good. I will do so, Mrs. Solness.

[He goes down the flight of steps and away through the garden.

Mrs. Solness.

Oh, Miss Wangel, you can't think how anxious I feel about him.

Hilda.

Is there anything in this to be so terribly frightened about?

Mrs. Solness.

Oh yes; surely you can understand. Just think, if he were really to do it! If he should take it into his head to climb up the scaffolding!

Hilda.

[Eagerly.] Do you think he will?

Mrs. Solness.

Oh, one can never tell what he might take into his head. I am afraid there is nothing he mightn't think of doing.

Hilda.

Aha! Perhaps you too think that he is—well?

Mrs. Solness.

Oh, I don't know what to think about him now. The doctor has been telling me all sorts of things; and putting it all together with several things I have heard him say