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Solness.
Go home, Ragnar—both to him and to her. Give me the wreath.
Ragnar.
[Suppresses a mocking smile.] You don't mean that you yourself?
Solness.
I will take it down to them myself. [Takes the wreath from him.] And now you go home; we don't require you to-day.
Ragnar.
I know you do not require me any more; but to-day I shall remain.
Solness.
Well, remain then, since you are bent upon it.
Hilda.
[At the railing.] Mr. Solness, I will stand here and look on at you.
Solness.
At me!
Hilda.
It will be fearfully thrilling.
Solness.
[In a low tone.] We will talk about that presently, Hilda.
[He goes down the flight of steps with the wreath, and away through the garden.
