[Breaking off, rises again.] Well, well, well--then we won't talk
any more about it. [He saunters across the room, returns, and stops
beside the table. Looks at the doctor with a sly smile.] I suppose
you think you have drawn me out nicely now, doctor?
DR. HERDAL.
[With some irritation.] Drawn you out? Again I have not the
faintest notion of what you mean, Mr. Solness.
SOLNESS.
Oh come, out with it; I have seen it quite clearly, you know.
DR. HERDAL.
What have you seen?
SOLNESS.
[In a low voice, slowly.] That you have been quietly keeping an eye
upon me.
DR. HERDAL.
That _I_ have! And why in all the world should I do that?
SOLNESS.
Because you think that I--- [Passionately.] Well devil take it--
you think the same of me as Aline does.
DR. HERDAL.
And what does she think about you?
SOLNESS.
[Having recovered his self-control.] She has begun to think that I
am--that I am--ill.
DR. HERDAL.
Ill! You! She has never hinted such a thing to me. Why, what can
she think is the matter with you?
SOLNESS.
[Leans over the back of the chair and whispers.] Aline has made up
her mind that I am mad.
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