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 Dr. Herdal.

[Points across.] Look! There goes the foreman up the ladders.

Mrs. Solness.

And of course he has the wreath to carry too Oh, I do hope he will be careful!

Ragnar.

[Stares incredulously and shouts.] Why, but it's

Hilda.

[Breaking out in jubilation.] It is the master builder himself?

Mrs. Solness.

[Screams with terror.] Yes, it is Halvard! Oh my great God! Halvard! Halvard!

Dr. Herdal.

Hush! Don't shout to him!

Mrs. Solness.

[Half beside herself.] I must go to him! I must get him to come down again!

Dr. Herdal.

[Holds her.] Don't move, any of you! Not a sound!

Hilda.

[Immovable, follows Solness with her eyes.] He climbs and climbs. Higher and higher! Higher and higher! Look! Just look!