Ragnar.
That neither you nor I will see.
Hilda.
[With uncontrollable vehemence.] I will see it! I will and I must see it!
Ragnar.
But he will not do it. He simply dare not do it. For you see he cannot get over this infirmity—master builder though he be.
Mrs. Solness comes from the house on to the verandah.
Mrs. Solness.
[Looks around.] Is he not here? Where has he gone to?
Ragnar.
Mr. Solness is down with the men.
Hilda.
He took the wreath with him.
Mrs. Solness.
[Terrified.] Took the wreath with him! Oh God! oh God! Brovik—you must go down to him! Get him to come back here!
Ragnar.
Shall I say you want to speak to him, Mrs. Solness?
Mrs. Solness.
Oh yes, do!—No, no—don't say that I want anything! You can say that somebody is here, and that he must come at once.
