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 Hilda.

No, I didn't like it a bit; for it seemed as though you wanted to make game of me.

Solness.

I am sure that cannot have been my intention.

Hilda.

No, I should hope not—considering what you did next

Solness.

What in the world did I do next?

Hilda.

Well, that's the finishing touch, if you have forgotten that too. I should have thought no one could help remembering such a thing as that.

Solness.

Yes, yes, just give me a hint, and then perhapsWell?

Hilda.

[Looks fixedly at him.] You came and kissed me, Mr. Solness.

Solness.

[Open-mouthed, rising from his chair.] I did!

Hilda.

Yes, indeed you did. You took me in both your arms, and bent my head back, and kissed me—many times.

Solness.

Now really, my dear Miss Wangel!