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 Solness.

Go home, Ragnar—both to him and to her. Give me the wreath.

Ragnar.

[Suppresses a mocking smile.] You don't mean that you yourself?

Solness.

I will take it down to them myself. [Takes the wreath from him.] And now you go home; we don't require you to-day.

Ragnar.

I know you do not require me any more; but to-day I shall remain.

Solness.

Well, remain then, since you are bent upon it.

Hilda.

[At the railing.] Mr. Solness, I will stand here and look on at you.

Solness.

At me!

Hilda.

It will be fearfully thrilling.

Solness.

[In a low tone.] We will talk about that presently, Hilda.

[He goes down the flight of steps with the wreath, and away through the garden.