Solness.
It is the loveliest thing in the world, you say.
Hilda.
[Rises with vehemence, and makes a gesture of repulsion with her hand.] Yes, to be sure it is! Castles in the air—they are so easy to take refuge in. And so easy to build, too—[looks scornfully at him]—especially for the builders who have a—a dizzy conscience.
Solness.
[Rises.] After this day we two will build together, Hilda.
Hilda.
[With a half-dubious smile.] A real castle in the air?
Solness.
Yes. One with a firm foundation under it.
Ragnar Brovik comes out from the house. He is carrying a large, green wreath with flowers and silk ribbons.
Hilda.
[With an outburst of pleasure.] The wreath! Oh, that will be glorious!
Solness.
[In surprise.] Have you brought the wreath Ragnar?
Ragnar.
I promised the foreman I would.
