Hilda: Don't tell me my master builder daren't, cannot climb as high as he builds. You promised me a kingdom, and then you went and—well! Don't tell me you can ever be dizzy!
Solness: This evening, then, we'll hang up the wreath, Princess Hilda.
Hilda (bitterly): Over your new home—yes.
Solness: Over the new house, which will never be a home for me.
Hilda (looks straight in front of her with a far-away expression, and whispers to herself. The only words audible are): Frightfully thrilling——
Act III
Scene.—A large, broad verandah attached to Solness's dwelling-house. A flight of steps leads down to the garden below. Far to the right, among the trees, is a glimpse of the new villa, with scaffolding round the tower. Evening sky, with sun-lit clouds.
Mrs. Solness: Have you been round the garden, Miss Wangel?
Hilda: Yes, and I've found heaps of flowers.