Hilda.
But tell me—as an artist—how do you think I should look in black?
Lyngstrand.
In black, Miss Hilda?
Hilda.
Yes, all in black. Do you think I should look nice?
Lyngstrand.
Black is scarcely the thing for the summer-time. But for that matter I am sure you would look extremely well in black too. Yes, you have just the figure for it.
Hilda.
[Gazing before her,] In black right up to the neck—a black ruffle—black gloves and a long black veil behind.
Lyngstrand.
If you were dressed like that, Miss Hilda, I should long to be a painter—so that I might paint a young, lovely, broken-hearted widow.
Hilda.
Or a young girl mourning for her betrothed.
Lyngstrand.
Yes, that would suit you still better. But you can't wish to dress yourself like that?
Hilda.
I don't know; I think it is thrilling.
Lyngstrand.
Thrilling?
