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Hilda.
Oh yes—with what you call domestic comfort—and that sort of thing.
Solness.
And with my peace of soul into the bargain.
Hilda.
[Rising.] Peace of soul! [With feeling.] Yes, yes, you are right in that! Poor Mr. Solness—you fancy that
Solness.
[With a quiet, chuckling laugh.] Just sit down again, Hilda, and I'll tell you something funny.
Hilda. [Sits down; with intent interest.] Well?
Solness.
It sounds such a ludicrous little thing; for, you see, the whole story turns upon nothing but a crack in a chimney.
Hilda.
No more than that?
Solness.
No, not to begin with.
[He moves a chair nearer to Hilda and sits down.
Hilda.
[Impatiently, taps on her knee.] Well, now for the crack in the chimney!
