] I suppose I must be--or not far from it. [Looks towards
the door to the right, which is opened at this moment.] Ah! now it
grows light.
HILDA WANGEL comes in. She has made some alteration in her
dress, and let down her skirt.
HILDA.
Good morning, Mr. Solness!
SOLNESS.
[Nods.] Slept well?
HILDA.
Quite deliciously! Like a child in a cradle. Oh--I lay and stretched
myself like--like a princess!
SOLNESS.
[Smiles a little.] You were thoroughly comfortable then?
HILDA.
I should think so.
SOLNESS.
And no doubt you dreamed, too.
HILDA.
Yes, I did. But that was horrid.
SOLNESS.
Was it?
HILDA.
Yes, for I dreamed I was falling over a frightfully high, sheer
precipice. Do you never have that kind of dream?
SOLNESS.
Oh yes--now and then---
HILDA.
It's tremendously thrilling--when you fall and fall---
SOLNESS.
It seems to make one's blood run cold.
HILDA.
Do you draw your legs up under you while you are falling?
SOLNESS.
Yes, as high as ever I can.
HILDA.
So do I.
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Takes her parasol.] I must go into town now, Halvard.
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