Could you come to love a man like that?
Hilda.
Good heavens, you know very well one can’t choose whom one is going to love.
Solness.
[Looks meditatively at her.] Oh no, I suppose it is the troll within one that’s responsible for that.
Hilda.
[Half-laughing.] And all those blessëd devils, that you know so well—both the light-haired and the dark-haired ones.
Solness.
[Quietly and warmly.] Then I hope with all my heart that the devils will choose carefully for you, Hilda.
Hilda.