He took the wreath with him.
[Terrified.] Took the wreath with him! Oh God! oh God! Brovik—you must go down to him! Get him to come back here!
Shall I say you want to speak to him, Mrs. Solness?
Oh yes, do!—No, no—don't say that I want anything! You can say that somebody is here, and that he must come at once.
Good. I will do so, Mrs. Solness.
[He goes down the flight of steps and away through the garden.
Oh, Miss Wangel, you can't think how anxious I feel about him.
Is there anything in this to be terribly frightened about?
Oh yes; surely you can understand. Just think, if he were really to do it! If he should take it into his head to climb up the scaffolding!
[Eagerly.] Do you think he will?