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 Hilda.

That you? Say it at once!

Solness.

that I ought to have done it.

Hilda.

[Exclaims with animation.] Don't tell me you can ever be dizzy!

Solness.

This evening, then, we will hang up the wreath—Princess Hilda.

Hilda.

[With a bitter curve of the lips.] Over your new home, yes.

Solness.

Over the new house, which will never be a home for me.

[He goes out through the garden door.

Hilda.

[Looks straight in front of her with a far-away expression, and whispers to herself. The only words audible are]frightfully thrilling