Hilda: Mr. Solness, have you a bad memory?
Solness: Not that I'm aware of.
Hilda: Don't you remember what happened up at Lysanger?
Solness: It was nothing much, was it?
Hilda: How can you say that? Don't you remember how you climbed the new church tower when it was finished, and hung a great wreath on the weather-cock; and how I stood with the other white-frocked schoolgirls and screamed, "Hurrah for Mr. Solness?" And you sang up there—like harps in the air! And afterwards you kissed me, kissed me and said in ten years I'd be your princess, and you'd come back and give me a castle in Spain—a kingdom—
Solness (open-mouthed): I did?
Hilda: Yes, you. Well, the ten years are up to-day. I want my kingdom! Out with my kingdom, Mr. Solness! On the table!
Solness: But, seriously, what do you want to do here?
Hilda: I don't want that stupid imaginary kingdom—I've set my heart upon quite a different one.