?

HILDA.

Yes, I should say you must be. If you could only cease thing about the
two little children--

SOLNESS.

[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.

Yes, I do.

HILDA.

Then there must be--a little of the troll in you too.

SOLNESS.

Why of the troll?

HILDA.