[Sharply.] Do you mean that you did not do it?
I scarcely know myself. [More softly.] But now I know so much for certain, that I—
That you—? Say it at once!
SOLNESS. —that I ought to have done it.
[Exclaims with animation.] Don't tell me you can ever be dizzy!
This evening, then, we will hang up the wreath—Princess Hilda.
[With a bitter curve of the lips.] Over your new home, yes.
Over the new house, which will never be a home for me.
[He goes out through the garden door.
[Looks straight in front of her with a far-away expression, and whispers to herself. The only words audible are:]—frightfully thrilling—