SOLNESS.
No, one would suppose not.
HILDA.
[Lively again, looks at him.] Perhaps you have even forgotten what
day it was?
SOLNESS.
What day---?
HILDA.
Yes, on what day did you hang the wreath on the tower? Well? Tell
me at once!
SOLNESS.
H'm--I confess I have forgotten the particular day. I only know it
was ten years ago. Some time in autumn.
HILDA.
[Nods her head slowly several times.] It was ten years ago--on the
19th of September.
SOLNESS.
Yes, it must have been about that time. Fancy your remembering that
too! [Stops.] But wait a moment---! Yes--it's the 19th of September
today.
HILDA.
Yes, it is; and the ten years are gone. And you didn't come--as you
had promised me.
SOLNESS.
Promised you? Threatened, I suppose you mean?
HILDA.
I don't think there was any sort of threat in that.
SOLNESS.
Well then, a little bit of fun.
HILDA.
Was that all you wanted? To make fun of me?
SOLNESS.
Well, or to have a little joke with you. Upon my soul, I don't
recollect. But it must have been something of that kind; for you
were a mere child then.
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