HILDA.

He? What he?


SOLNESS.

He who was to have the churches, of course! He to whose honour and
glory they were dedicated.


HILDA.

Oh, indeed! But are you certain, then, that--that he was not--pleased
with you?


SOLNESS.

[Scornfully.] He pleased with me! How can you talk so, Hilda? He
who gave the troll in me leave to lord it just as it pleased. He
who bade them be at hand to serve me, both day and might--all these--
all these---


HILDA.

Devils---