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 Hilda.

[Turns quickly towards him and has once more the sparkling expression of gladness in her eyes.] Well, you see, I got it out of you at last!

Solness.

[With a slight smile.] Yes—just think of my forgetting such a thing as that.

Hilda.

[Again a little sulky, retreats from him.] Oh, you have kissed so many people in your time, I suppose.

Solness.

No, you mustn't think that of me. [Hilda seats herself in the arm-chair. Solness stands and leans against the rocking-chair. Looks observantly at her.] Miss Wangel!

Hilda.

Yes!

Solness.

How was it now? What came of all this—between us two?

Hilda.

Why, nothing more came of it. You know that quite well. For then the other guests came in, and then—bah!

Solness.

Quite so! The others came in. To think of my forgetting that too!

Hilda.

Oh, you haven't really forgotten anything: you are only a little ashamed of it all. I am sure one doesn't forget things of that kind.