HILDA:
Deliciously!
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SOLNESS _(checking himself_): I mean when once we've
moved into our new house. It's for your sake I've
built it.
MRS. SOLNESS: You do far too much for me.
SOLNESS: I can't bear to hear you say that. Stick to
what I said. Things 'll be easier in the new place.
MRS. SOLNESS _(lamenting)_: Oh heavens, easier!
Halvard, you can never build up a real home again for
_me. This_ is no home; It will be just as desolate, as
empty there as here.
[HILDA WANGEL _comes in_.
HILDA: Good-morning, Mr. Solness!
SOLNESS (_nods_): Slept well?
HILDA: Deliciously! As if in a cradle. Oh, I lay
and stretched myself like--like a princess. But I
dreamed I was falling over a precipice. It's tremendously
thrilling when you fall and fall----
MRS. SOLNESS (_ready to go out_): I must go into town
now, Halvard. (_To_ HILDA) And I'll try to get one or
two things that may be of use to you.
HILDA: Oh, you dear, sweet Mrs. Solness. You're
frightfully kind----
MRS. SOLNESS: It's only my duty.
[MRS. SOLNESS _goes out_.
HILDA: What made her say that about her duty?
Doesn't it sting you?
SOLNESS: H'm!
