HILDA. —many times! Say that!
SOLNESS. —many, many times, I will say it!
And then—?
Then I will wave my hat—and come down to the earth—and do as I said to him.
[With outstretched arms.] Now I see you again as I did when there was song in the air!
[Looks at here with his head bowed.] How have you become what you are, Hilda?
How have you made me what I am?
[Shortly and firmly.] The princess shall have her castle.
[Jubilant, clapping her hands.] Oh, Mr. Solness—! My lovely, lovely castle. Our castle in the air!
On a firm foundation.