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Solness.
No, one would suppose not.
Hilda.
[Lively again, looks at him.] Perhaps you have even forgotten what day it was?
Solness.
What day?
Hilda.
Yes, on what day did you hang the wreath on the tower? Well? Tell me at once!
Solness.
H'm—I confess I have forgotten the particular day. I only know it was ten years ago. Some time in the autumn.
Hilda.
[Nods her head slowly several times.] It was ten years ago—on the 19th of September.
Solness.
Yes, it must have been about that time. Fancy your remembering that too! [Stops.] But wait a moment! Yes—it's the 19th of September to-day.
Hilda.
Yes, it is; and the ten years are gone. And you didn't come—as you had promised me.
Solness.
Promised you? Threatened, I suppose you mean?
