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MRS. SOLNESS.
Yes, for I had duties on both sides--both towards you and towards the little ones. I ought to have hardened myself--not to have let the horror take such hold upon me--nor the grief for the burning of my home.
[Wrings her hands.] Oh, Halvard, if I had only had the strength!
SOLNESS.
[Softly, much moved, comes closer.] Aline--you must promise me never to think these thoughts any more.--Promise me that, dear!
MRS. SOLNESS.
Oh, promise, promise! One can promise anything.
SOLNESS.
[Clenches his hands and crosses the room.] Oh, but this is hopeless, hopeless! Never a ray of sunlight! Not so much as a gleam of brightness to light up our home!
MRS. SOLNESS.
This is no home, Halvard.
SOLNESS.
Oh no, you may well say that. [Gloomily.] And G.o.d knows whether you are not right in saying that it will be no better for us in the new house, either.
MRS. SOLNESS.
It will never be any better. Just as empty--just as desolate--there as here.
SOLNESS.
[Vehemently.] Why in all the world have we built it then? Can you tell me that?
MRS. SOLNESS.
No; you must answer that question for yourself.
SOLNESS.
[Glances suspiciously at her.] What do you mean by that, Aline?
MRS. SOLNESS.
What do I mean?
SOLNESS.
Yes, in the devil's name! You said it so strangely--as if you had some hidden meaning in it.
MRS. SOLNESS.
No, indeed, I a.s.sure you--
SOLNESS.
[Comes closer.] Oh, come now--I know what I know. I have both my eyes and my ears about me, Aline--you may depend upon that!
MRS. SOLNESS.
Why, what are you talking about? What is it?
SOLNESS.
[Places himself in front of her.] Do you mean to say you don't find a kind of lurking, hidden meaning in the most innocent word I happen to say?
MRS. SOLNESS.
_I_ do you say? _I_ do that?
SOLNESS.
[Laughs.] Ho-ho-ho! It's natural enough, Aline! When you have a sick man on your hands--
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Anxiously.] Sick? Are you ill, Halvard?
SOLNESS.
[Violently.] A half-mad man then! A crazy man! Call me what you will.
