Then do you hear no song in the air, either?
Ragnar.
It must be the wind in the tree-tops.
Hilda.
I hear a song—a mighty song! [Shouts in wild jubilation and glee.] Look, look! Now he is waving his hat! He is waving it to us down here! Oh, wave, wave back to him! For now it is finished! [Snatches the white shawl from the Doctor, waves it, and shouts up to Solness.] Hurrah for Master Builder Solness!
Dr. Herdal.
Stop! Stop![Stop!] For God’s sake——!
[The ladies on the verandah wave their pocket-handkerchiefs, and the shouts of “Hurrah” are taken up in the street below. Then they are suddenly silenced, and the crowd bursts out into a shriek of horror. A human body, with planks and fragments of wood, is vaguely perceived crashing down behind the trees.
Mrs. Solness and the Ladies.
[At the same time.] He is falling! He is falling!