SOLNESS.
[Sharply.] Going away!
HILDA.
Yes.
SOLNESS.
But I won't allow you to!
HILDA.
What am I to do here now?
SOLNESS.
Simply to be here, Hilda!
HILDA.
[Measures him with a look.] Oh, thank you. You know it wouldn't end
there.
SOLNESS.
[Heedlessly.] So much the better!
HILDA.
[Vehemently.] I cannot do any harm to one whom I know! I can't take
away anything that belongs to her.
SOLNESS.
Who wants you to do that?
HILDA.
[Continuing.] A stranger, yes! for that is quite a different thing!
A person I have never set eyes on. But one that I have come into
close contact with---! Oh no! Oh no! Ugh!
SOLNESS.
Yes, but I never proposed you should.
HILDA.
Oh, Mr. Solness, you know quite well what the end of it would be.
And that is why I am going away.
SOLNESS.
And what is to become of me when you are gone? What shall I have to
live for then?--After that?
HILDA.
[With the indefinable look in her eyes.] It is surely not so hard
for you. You have your duties to her. Live for those duties.
SOLNESS.
Too late. These powers--these--these---
HILDA.
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