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Hilda.
I don't think there was any sort of threat in that.
Solness.
Well then, a little bit of fun.
Hilda.
Was that all you wanted? To make fun of me?
Solness.
Well, or to have a little joke with you! Upon my soul, I don't recollect. But it must have been something of that kind; for you were a mere child then.
Hilda.
Oh, perhaps I wasn't quite such a child either. Not such a mere chit as you imagine.
Solness.
[Looks searchingly at her.] Did you really and seriously expect me to come again?
Hilda.
[Conceals a half-teasing smile.] Yes, indeed! I did expect that of you.
Solness.
That I should come back to your home, and take you away with me?
Hilda.
Just like a troll—yes.
Solness.
And make a princess of you?
