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 Hilda.

That's what you promised.

Solness.

And give you a kingdom as well?

Hilda.

[Looks up at the ceiling.] Why not? Of course it need not have been an actual, every-day sort of a kingdom.

Solness.

But something else just as good?

Hilda.

Yes, at least as good. [Looks at him a moment.] I thought, if you could build the highest church-towers in the world, you could surely manage to raise a kingdom of one sort or another as well.

Solness.

[Shakes his head.] I can't quite make you out, Miss Wangel.

Hilda.

Can you not? To me it seems all so simple.

Solness.

No, I can't make up my mind whether you mean all you say, or are simply having a joke with me.

Hilda.

[Smiles.] Making fun of you, perhaps? I, too?

Solness.

Yes, exactly. Making fun—of both of us. [Looks at her.] Is it long since you found out that I was married?