Solness.
I believe there is scarcely a corner in me that is safe from you.
Hilda.
[Looks towards the bow-window.] Up there, then. Right up there
Solness.
[Approaches her.] You might have the topmost room in the tower, Hilda—there you might live like a princess.
Hilda.
[Indefinably, between earnest and jest.] Yes, that is what you promised me.
Solness.
Did I really?
Hilda.
Fie, Mr. Solness! You said I should be a princess, and that you would give me a kingdom. And then you went andWell!
Solness. [Cautiously.] Are you quite certain that this is not a dream—a fancy, that has fixed itself in your mind?
Hilda.
[Sharply.] Do you mean that you did not do it?
Solness.
I scarcely know myself. [More softly.] But now I know so much for certain, that I-
