Kaia.
[Softly and quiveringly.] Not mine either?
Solness.
You will have other things to think of now, and to attend to; and that is a very good thing for you. Well, go home with the drawings now, Miss Fosli. At once! Do you hear?
Kaia.
[As before.] Yes, Mr. Solness. [She goes out.
Mrs. Solness.
Heavens! what deceitful eyes she has.
Solness.
She? That poor little creature?