Solness.
Did I really?
Hilda.
But then you said "little Hilda"; and I didn't like that.
Solness.
Oh, you didn't like that, Miss Hilda?
Hilda.
No, not at such a time as that. But—"Princess Hilda"—that will sound very well, I think.
Solness.
Very well indeed. Princess Hilda of—of—what was to be the name of the kingdom?
Hilda.
Pooh! I won't have anything to do with that stupid kingdom. I have set my heart upon quite a different one!
Solness.
[Has leaned back in the chair, still gazing at her.] Isn't it strange? The more I think of it now, the more it seems to me as though I had gone about all these years torturing myself with—h'm
Hilda.
With what?
Solness.
With the effort to recover something—some experience, which I seemed to have forgotten. But I never had the least inkling of what it could be.
