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 Solness.

It is the loveliest thing in the world, you say.

Hilda.

[Rises with vehemence, and makes a gesture of repulsion with her hand.] Yes, to be sure it is! Castles in the air—they are so easy to take refuge in. And so easy to build, too—[looks scornfully at him]—especially for the builders who have a—a dizzy conscience.

Solness.

[Rises.] After this day we two will build together, Hilda.

Hilda.

[With a half-dubious smile.] A real castle in the air?

Solness.

Yes. One with a firm foundation under it.

Ragnar Brovik comes out from the house. He is carrying a large, green wreath with flowers and silk ribbons.

Hilda.

[With an outburst of pleasure.] The wreath! Oh, that will be glorious!

Solness.

[In surprise.] Have you brought the wreath Ragnar?

Ragnar.

I promised the foreman I would.