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Mrs. Solness.
Oh, how can you say so, Halvard? Why, you can't even bear to go out on the second-storey balcony here. You have always been like that.
Solness.
You may perhaps see something different this evening.
Mrs. Solness.
[In alarm.] No, no, no! Please God I shall never see that. I will write at once to the doctor—and I am sure he won't let you do it. Solness. Why, Aline! Mrs. Solness. Oh, you know you're ill, Halvard. This proves it! Oh God—Oh God! [She goes hastily out to the right.
Hilda.
[Looks intently at him.] Is it so, or is it not?
Solness.
That I turn dizzy?
Hilda.
That my master builder dares not—cannot—climb as high as he builds?
Solness.
Is that the way you look at it?
Hilda.
Yes.
