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 Hilda

Many church-towers among the rest? Immensely high ones?

Solness.

No. I build no more church-towers now. Nor churches either.

Hilda.

What do you build then?

Solness.

Homes for human beings.

Hilda.

[Reflectively.] Couldn't you build a little—a little bit of a church-tower over these homes as well?

Solness.

[Starting.] What do you mean by that?

Hilda.

I mean—something that points—points up into the free air. With the vane at a dizzy height.

Solness.

[Pondering a little.] Strange that you should say that—for that is just what I am most anxious to do.

Hilda.

[Impatiently.] Why don't you do it, then?

Solness.

[Shakes his head.] No, the people will not have it.

Hilda.

Fancy their not wanting it!