But why did you keep putting it off like that?
Solness.
Because I was revolving something in my mind. [Slowly, and in a low voice.] Through that little black crack in the chimney, I might, perhaps, force my way upwards—as a builder.
Hilda.
[Looking straight in front of her.] That must have been thrilling.
Solness.
Almost irresistible—quite irresistible. For at that time it appeared to me a perfectly simple and straightforward matter. I would have had it happen in the winter-time—a little before midday. I was to be out driving Aline in the sleigh. The servants at home would have made huge fires in the stoves.
Hilda.
For, of course, it was to be bitterly cold that day?
Solness.