Solness.
[Looks at her in astonishment.]] Sung? Did I sing?
Hilda.
Yes, I should think you did.
Solness.
[Shakes his head.] I have never sung a note in my life.
Hilda.
Yes indeed, you sang then. It sounded like harps in the air.
Solness.
[Thoughtfully.] This is very strange—all this.