Who else's
daughter
should I be?
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) What's that?
DR. HERDAL: Someone is knocking at the door.
SOLNESS (_loudly_): Come in!
[HILDA WANGEL _enters. She is dressed in a tourist
costume, skirt caught up for walking, and carries
a knapsack and alpenstock_.
HILDA: You don't recognise me?
SOLNESS (_doubtfully_): No. I must admit that--just
for the moment.
DR. HERDAL: But I recognise you, Miss Wangel.
SOLNESS: Wangel? You must be the doctor's daughter
up at Lysanger?
HILDA: Yes.
Who else's daughter should I be?
[SOLNESS _calls in his wife, an old friend of_ MISS
WANGEL'S. HILDA _asks leave to stay the night_. MRS.
SOLNESS _consents amiably. She and the doctor go
out. _ HILDA and SOLNESS _alone_.
HILDA: Mr. Solness, have you a bad memory?
SOLNESS: Not that I'm aware of.
HILDA: Don't you remember what happened up at Lysanger?
SOLNESS: It was nothing much, was it?
HILDA: How can you say that? Don't you remember
how you climbed the new church tower when it was
finished, and hung a great wreath on the weather-cock; and
how I stood with the other white-frocked schoolgirls and
screamed, "Hurrah for Mr. Solness? " And you sang up
there--like harps in the air!
DR. HERDAL: Someone is knocking at the door.
SOLNESS (_loudly_): Come in!
[HILDA WANGEL _enters. She is dressed in a tourist
costume, skirt caught up for walking, and carries
a knapsack and alpenstock_.
HILDA: You don't recognise me?
SOLNESS (_doubtfully_): No. I must admit that--just
for the moment.
DR. HERDAL: But I recognise you, Miss Wangel.
SOLNESS: Wangel? You must be the doctor's daughter
up at Lysanger?
HILDA: Yes.
Who else's daughter should I be?
[SOLNESS _calls in his wife, an old friend of_ MISS
WANGEL'S. HILDA _asks leave to stay the night_. MRS.
SOLNESS _consents amiably. She and the doctor go
out. _ HILDA and SOLNESS _alone_.
HILDA: Mr. Solness, have you a bad memory?
SOLNESS: Not that I'm aware of.
HILDA: Don't you remember what happened up at Lysanger?
SOLNESS: It was nothing much, was it?
HILDA: How can you say that? Don't you remember
how you climbed the new church tower when it was
finished, and hung a great wreath on the weather-cock; and
how I stood with the other white-frocked schoolgirls and
screamed, "Hurrah for Mr. Solness? " And you sang up
there--like harps in the air!
