Hilda.
[Is silent awhile, looks at him and says in a low voice:] But then,—it was after that—that the real thing happened.
Solness.
The real thing?
Hilda.
[Sparkling with vivacity.] Yes, I surely don’t need to remind you of that?
Solness.
Oh yes, do remind me a little of that, too.
Hilda.
Don’t you remember that a great dinner was given in your honour at the Club?