Yes.
SOLNESS.
I believe there is scarcely a corner in me that is safe from you.
HILDA.
[Looks towards the bow-window.] Up there, then. Right up there---
SOLNESS.
[Approaches her.] You might have the topmost room in the tower,
Hilda--there you might live like a princess.
HILDA.
[Indefinably, between earnest and jest.] Yes, that is what you
promised me.
SOLNESS.
Did I really?
HILDA.
Fie, Mr. Solness! You said I should be a princess, and that you
would give me a kingdom. And then you went and---Well!
SOLNESS.
[Cautiously.] Are you quite certain that this is not a dream--a
fancy, that has fixed itself in your mind?
HILDA.
[Sharply.] Do you mean that you did not do it?
SOLNESS.
I scarcely know myself. [More softly.] But now I know so much for
certain, that I---
HILDA.
That you---? Say it at once!
SOLNESS.
---that I ought to have done it.
HILDA.
[Exclaims with animation.] Don't tell me you can ever be dizzy!
SOLNESS.
This evening, then, we will hang up the wreath--Princess Hilda.
HILDA.
[With a bitter curve of the lips.] Over your new home, yes.
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