Hilda.
[In a lower voice, seriously.] That little devil—that was I.
Solness.
[Fixes his eyes steadily upon her.] I am sure of that now. It must have been you.
Hilda.
[Lively again.] Oh, it was so gloriously thrilling! I could not have believed there was a builder in the whole world that could build such a tremendously high tower. And then, that you yourself should stand at the very top of it, as large as life! And that you should not be the least bit dizzy! It was that above everything that made one—made one dizzy to think of.
Solness.
How could you be so certain that I was not——?
Hilda.
[Scouting the idea.] No indeed! Oh no! I knew that instinctively. For if you had been, you could never have stood up there and sung.