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Solness.

Yes. Chiefly that.

[Hilda drifts across the verandah with her hands behind her back, stops at the railing and looks out over the garden.

Solness.

[After a short pause.] Did you have a long talk with her?

[Hilda stands motionless and does not answer.

Solness.

Had you a long talk, I asked?

[Hilda is silent as before.

Solness.

What was she talking about, Hilda?

[Hilda continues silent.

Solness.

Poor Aline! I suppose it was about the little boys.

Hilda.

[A nervous shudder runs through her; then she nods hurriedly once or twice.

Solness.

She will never get over it—never in this world. [Approaches her.] Now you are standing there again like a statue; just as you stood last night.

Hilda.

[Turns and looks at him, with great serious eyes.] I am going away.