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Solness.
How could you be so certain that I was not?
Hilda.
[Scouting the idea.] No indeed! Oh no! I knew that instinctively. For if you had been, you could never have stood up there and sung.
Solness.
[Looks at her in astonishment]. Sung? Did I sing?
Hilda.
Yes, I should think you did.
Solness.
[Shakes his head.] I have never sung a note in my life.
Hilda.
Yes indeed, you sang then. It sounded like harps in the air.
Solness.
[Thoughtfully.] This is very strange—all this.
Hilda.
[Is silent awhile, looks at him and says in a low voice:] But then,—it was after that—that the real thing happened.
Solness.
The real thing?
Hilda.
[Sparkling with vivacity.] Yes, I surely don't need to remind you of that?
