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 Solness.

Never mind, never mind—it will be all right. Aline. Now all you have to do is to think about moving into our new home—as quickly as you can. This evening we will hang up the wreath—[Turns to Hilda]—right on the very pinnacle of the tower. What do you say to that, Miss Hilda?

Hilda.

[Looks at him with sparkling eyes.] It will be splendid to see you so high up once more.

Solness.

Me!

Mrs. Solness.

For Heaven's sake, Miss Wangel, don't imagine such a thing! My husband!—when he always gets so dizzy!

Hilda.

He get dizzy! No, I know quite well he does not!

Mrs. Solness.

Oh yes, indeed he does.

Hilda.

But I have seen him with my own eyes right up at the top of a high church-tower!

Mrs. Solness. Yes, I hear people talk of that; but it is utterly impossible

Solness.

[Vehemently.] Impossible—impossible, yes! But there I stood all the same!