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chair, places the portfolios on the table by the sofa, and approaches the desk again. Kaia goes on writing without intermission, but seems nervous and uneasy.
Solness.
[Aloud.] What is that you are entering, Miss Fosli?
Kaia.
[Starts.] Oh, it is only something that
Solness.
Let me look at it, Miss Fosli. [Bends over her, pretends to be looking into the ledger, and whispers:] Kaia!
Kaia.
[Softly, still writing.] Well?
Solness.
Why do you always take that shade off when I come?
Kaia.
[As before.] I look so ugly with it on.
Solness.
[Smiling.] Then you don't like to look ugly, Kaia?
Kaia.
[Half glancing up at him.] Not for all the world. Not in your eyes.
Solness.
[Strokes her hair gently.] Poor, poor little Kaia
