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Solness.
So we were.
Hilda.
[Bends forward and looks over his shoulder while he writes.] Mind now, kindly and cordially! Oh how I hate—how I hate this Ruald
Solness.
[Writing.] Have you never really cared for any one, Hilda?
Hilda.
[Harshly.] What do you say?
Solness.
Have you never cared for any one?
Hilda.
For any one else, I suppose you mean?
Solness.
[Looks up at her.] For any one else, yes. Have you never? In all these ten years? Never?
Hilda.
Oh yes, now and then. When I was perfectly furious with you for not coming.
Solness.
Then you did take an interest in other people, too?
Hilda.
A little bit—for a week or so. Good heavens, Mr. Solness, you surely know how such things come about.
