Hilda.
[Is silent a little while, then says with an indefinable expression in her eyes.] Castles in the air.
Solness.
Castles in the air?
Hilda.
[Nods.] Castles in the air, yes! Do you know what sort of thing a castle in the air is?
Solness.
It is the loveliest thing in the world, you say.
Hilda.
[Rises with vehemence, and makes a gesture of repulsion with her hand.] Yes, to be sure it is! Castles in the air—they are so easy to take refuge in. And so easy to build, too—[looks scornfully at him]—especially for the builders who have a—a dizzy conscience.