Yes, I do.
Hilda.
Then there must be—a little of the troll in you too.
Solness.
Why of the troll?
Hilda.
What would you call it, then?
Solness.
[Rises.] Well, well, perhaps you are right. [Vehemently.] But how can I help turning into a troll, when this is how it always goes with me in everything—in everything!
Hilda.