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Solness.
Why, those fellows must have had robust consciences, if you like! When they got home again, they could eat and drink, and be as happy as children. And the women, too! They often would not leave them on any account. Can you understand that, Hilda?
Hilda.
Those women I can understand exceedingly well.
Solness.
Oho! Perhaps you could do the same yourself?
Hilda.
Why not?
Solness.
Live—of your own free will—with a ruffian like that?
Hilda.
If it was a ruffian I had come to love
Solness.
Could you come to love a man like that?
Hilda.
Good heavens, you know very well one can't choose whom one is going to love.
Solness.
[Looks meditatively at her.] Oh no, I suppose it is the troll within one that's responsible for that.
