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 Hilda.

I don't think there was any sort of threat in that.

Solness.

Well then, a little bit of fun.

Hilda.

Was that all you wanted? To make fun of me?

Solness.

Well, or to have a little joke with you! Upon my soul, I don't recollect. But it must have been something of that kind; for you were a mere child then.

Hilda.

Oh, perhaps I wasn't quite such a child either. Not such a mere chit as you imagine.

Solness.

[Looks searchingly at her.] Did you really and seriously expect me to come again?

Hilda.

[Conceals a half-teasing smile.] Yes, indeed! I did expect that of you.

Solness.

That I should come back to your home, and take you away with me?

Hilda.

Just like a troll—yes.

Solness.

And make a princess of you?