[Vehemently.] I won't hear anything more about those drawings of
yours!
RAGNAR.
Have you looked at them?
SOLNESS.
Yes--I have.
RAGNAR.
And they are good for nothing? And _I_ am good for nothing, too?
SOLNESS.
[Evasively.] Stay here with me, Ragnar. You shall have everything
your own way. And then you can marry Kaia, and live at your ease--
and happily too, who knows? Only don't think of building on your
own account.
RAGNAR.
Well, well, then I must go home and tell father what you say--I
promised I would.--Is this what I am to tell father--before he dies?
SOLNESS.
[With a groan.] Oh tell him--tell him what you will, for me. Best
to say nothing at all to him! [With a sudden outburst.] I cannot do
anything else, Ragnar!
RAGNAR.
May I have the drawings to take with me?
SOLNESS.
Yes, take them--take them by all means! They are lying there on the
table.
RAGNAR.
[Goes to the table.] Thanks.
HILDA.
[Puts her hand on the portfolio.] No, no; leave them here.
SOLNESS.
Why?
HILDA.
Because I want to look at them, too.
SOLNESS.
But you have been--- [To RAGNAR.
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