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[Slowly.] The two little children--they are not so easy to forget, Hilda.
HILDA.
[Somewhat uncertainly.] Do you still feel their loss so much--after all these years?
SOLNESS.
[Looks fixedly at her, without replying.] A happy man you said--
HILDA.
Well, now, are you not happy--in other respects?
SOLNESS.
[Continues to look at her.] When I told you all this about the fire--h'm--
HILDA.
Well?
SOLNESS.
Was there not one special thought that you--that you seized upon?
HILDA.
[Reflects in vain.] No. What thought should that be?
SOLNESS.
[With subdued emphasis.] It was simply and solely by that fire that I was enabled to build homes for human beings. Cosy, comfortable, bright homes, where father and mother and the whole troop of children can live in safety and gladness, feeling what a happy thing it is to be alive in the world--and most of all to belong to each other--in great things and in small.
HILDA.
[Ardently.] Well, and is it not a great happiness for you to be able to build such beautiful homes?
SOLNESS.
The price, Hilda! The terrible price I had to pay for the opportunity!
HILDA.
But can you never get over that?
SOLNESS.
No. That I might build homes for others, I had to forego--to forego for all time--the home that might have been my own. I mean a home for a troop of children--and for father and mother, too.
HILDA.
[Cautiously.] But need you have done that? For all time, you say?
SOLNESS.
[Nods slowly.] That was the price of this happiness that people talk about. [Breathes heavily.] This happiness--h'm--this happiness was not to be bought any cheaper, Hilda.
HILDA.
[As before.] But may it not come right even yet?
SOLNESS.
Never in this world--never. That is another consequence of the fire--and of Aline's illness afterwards.
HILDA.
[Looks at him with an indefinable expression.] And yet you build all these nurseries.
SOLNESS.
[Seriously.] Have you never noticed, Hilda, how the impossible--how it seems to beckon and cry aloud to one?
HILDA.
[Reflecting.] The impossible? [With animation.] Yes, indeed! Is that how you feel too?
SOLNESS.
