For me they have chosen already—once and for all.
Solness.
[Looks earnestly at her.] Hilda—you are like a wild bird of the woods.
Hilda.
Far from it. I don’t hide myself away under the bushes.
Solness.
No, no. There is rather something of the bird of prey in you.
Hilda.
That is nearer it—perhaps. [Very vehemently.] And why not a bird of prey? Why should not I go a-hunting—I, as well as the rest? Carry off the prey I want—if only I can get my claws into it, and do with it as I will.
Solness.