Hilda (playfully): Well, I for one am not the person to stand at that desk.
Solness: Never mind, never mind. It'll be all right, Aline. Now for moving into our new home—as quickly as we can. This evening we'll hang up the wreath—right on the pinnacle of the tower. What do you say to that, Hilda?
Hilda (with sparkling eyes): It'll be splendid to see you up so high once more. Mrs. Solness: For heaven's sake, don't, Miss Wangel. My husband!—when he always gets so dizzy.
Hilda: He—dizzy? I've seen him with my own eyes at the top of a high church tower.
Mrs. Solness: Impossible!
Solness: True, all the same.
Mrs. Solness: You, who can't even go out on the second-floor balcony?
Solness: You will see something different this evening.
Mrs. Solness: You're ill, you're ill! I'll write at once to the doctor. Oh, God, Oh, God!
[She goes out.