Ragnar rises quickly. He and Kaia come into the work-room.
Ragnar.
What is the matter, father?
Brovik.
Give me your arm. Now let us go.
Ragnar.
Very well. You had better put your things on, too, Kaia.
Solness.
Miss Fosli must stay—just for a moment. There is a letter I want written.
Brovik.