HILDA.
Mr. Solness!
SOLNESS.
Well?
HILDA.
Have you a very bad memory?
SOLNESS.
A bad memory? No, not that I am aware of.
HILDA.
Then have you nothing to say to me about what happened up there?
SOLNESS.
[In momentary surprise.] Up at Lysanger? [Indifferently.] Why, it
was nothing much to talk about it seems to me.
HILDA.
[Looks reproachfully at him.] How can you sit there and say such
things?
SOLNESS.
Well, then, you talk to me about it.
HILDA.
When the tower was finished, we had grand doings in the town.
SOLNESS.
Yes, I shall not easily forget that day.
HILDA.
[Smiles.] Will you not? That comes well from you.
SOLNESS.
Comes well?
HILDA.
There was music in the churchyard--and many, many hundreds of people.
We school-girls were dressed in white; and we all carried flags.
SOLNESS.
Ah yes, those flags--I can tell you I remember them!
HILDA.
Then you climbed right up the scaffolding, straight to the very top;
and you had a great wreath with you; and you hung that wreath right
away up on the weather-vane.
SOLNESS.
[Curtly interrupting.
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