Hilda.
I wonder whether one really has not the right! And yet, and yet. Oh! if one could only sleep the whole thing away!
[She lays her arms flat down on the table, rests the left side of her head on her hands, and shuts her eyes.
Solness.
[Turns the arm-chair and sits down at the table.] Had you a cosy, happy home—up there with your father, Hilda?
Hilda.
[Without stirring, answers as if half asleep.] I had only a cage.
Solness.
And you are determined not to go back to it?
Hilda.
[As before.] The wild bird never wants to go into the cage.
Solness.
Rather range through the free air
Hilda.
[Still as before.] The bird of prey loves to range
Solness.
[Lets his eyes rest on her.] If only one had the viking-spirit in life
Hilda.
[In her usual voice; opens her eyes but does not move.] And the other thing? Say what that was!
