SOLNESS.
How could you be so certain that I was not?
HILDA.
[Scouting the idea.] No indeed! Oh no! I knew that instinctively.
For if you had been, you could never have stood up there and sung.
SOLNESS.
[Looks at her in astonishment.] Sung? Did _I_ sing?
HILDA.
Yes, I should think you did.
SOLNESS.
[Shakes his head.] I have never sung a note in my life.
HILDA.
Yes, indeed, you sang then. It sounded like harps in the air.
SOLNESS.
[Thoughtfully.] This is very strange--all this.
HILDA.
[Is silent awhile, looks at him and says in a low voice:] But then,
--it was after that--that the real thing happened.
SOLNESS.
The real thing?
HILDA.
[Sparking with vivacity.] Yes, I surely don't need to remind you of
that?
SOLNESS.
Oh yes do remind me a little of that, too.
HILDA.
Don't you remember that a great dinner was given in your honour at
the Club?
SOLNESS.
Yes, to be sure. It must have been the same afternoon, for I left
the place next morning.
HILDA.
And from the Club you were invited to come round to our house to
supper.
SOLNESS.
Quite right, Miss Wangel.
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