Yes, I hear people talk of that; but it is utterly impossible—
[Vehemently.] Impossible—impossible, yes! But there I stood all the same!
O, how can you say so, Halvard? Why, you can't even bear to go out on the second-storey balcony here. You have always been like that.
You may perhaps see something different this evening.
[In alarm.] No, no, no! Please God I shall never see that. I will write at once to the doctor—and I am sure he won't let you do it.
Why, Aline—!
Oh, you know you're ill, Halvard. This proves it! Oh God—Oh God!
[She goes hastily out to the right.
[Looks intently at him.] Is it so, or is it not?
That I turn dizzy?