Brovik.
[To Kaia.] Just go in there for a moment, Kaia.
Kaia.
[Uneasily.] Oh, but uncle——
Brovik.
Do as I say, child. And shut the door after you.
[Kaia goes reluctantly into the draughtsmen’s office, glances anxiously and imploringly at Solness, and shuts the door.
Brovik.
[Lowering his voice a little.] I don’t want the poor children to know how ill I am.
Solness.