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 Solness.

How could you be so certain that I was not?

Hilda.

[Scouting the idea.] No indeed! Oh no! I knew that instinctively. For if you had been, you could never have stood up there and sung.

Solness.

[Looks at her in astonishment]. Sung? Did I sing?

Hilda.

Yes, I should think you did.

Solness.

[Shakes his head.] I have never sung a note in my life.

Hilda.

Yes indeed, you sang then. It sounded like harps in the air.

Solness.

[Thoughtfully.] This is very strange—all this.

Hilda.

[Is silent awhile, looks at him and says in a low voice:] But then,—it was after that—that the real thing happened.

Solness.

The real thing?

Hilda.

[Sparkling with vivacity.] Yes, I surely don't need to remind you of that?