Very high?
No doubt people will say it is too high—too high for a dwelling-house.
I'll go out to look at that tower first thing to-morrow morning.
[Sits resting his cheek on his hand, and gazes at her.] Tell me, Miss Wangel—what is your name? Your Christian name, I mean.
Why, Hilda, of course.
[As before.] Hilda? Indeed?
Don't you remember that? You called me Hilda yourself—that day when you misbehaved.
Did I really.
But then you said "little Hilda"; and I didn't like that.
Oh, you didn't like that, Miss Hilda?