DR. HERDAL.
No one else?
SOLNESS.
[Curtly.] No, no one.
DR. HERDAL.
[Drawing his chair closer.] Now listen to me, my dear Mr. Solness.
May I ask you a question, quite between ourselves?
SOLNESS.
By all means.
DR. HERDAL.
Women, you see--in certain matters, they have a deucedly keen
intuition---
SOLNESS.
They have, indeed. There is not the least doubt of that. But---?
DR. HERDAL.
Well, tell me now--if your wife can't endure this Kaia Fosli---?
SOLNESS.
Well, what then?
DR. HERDAL.
--may she not have just--just the least little bit of reason for this
instinctive dislike?
SOLNESS.
[Looks at him and rises.] Oho!
DR. HERDAL.
Now don't be offended--but hasn't she?
SOLNESS.
[With curt decision.] No.
DR. HERDAL.
No reason of any sort?
SOLNESS.
No other than her own suspicious nature.
DR. HERDAL.
I know you have known a good many women in your time.
SOLNESS.
Yes, I have.
DR. HERDAL.
And have been a good deal taken with some of them, too.
SOLNESS.
Oh yes, I don't deny it.
DR. HERDAL.
But as regards Miss Fosli, then? There is nothing of that sort in
this case?
SOLNESS.
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