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THE MASTER BUILDER
by Henrik Ibsen
Translated by Edmund Gosse and William Archer
Introduction by William Archer
INTRODUCTION.
With _The Master Builder_--or _Master Builder Solness_, as the title
runs in the original--we enter upon the final stage in Ibsen's career.
"You are essentially right," the poet wrote to Count Prozor in March
1900, "when you say that the series which closes with the Epilogue
(_When We Dead Awaken_) began with _Master Builder Solness_."
"Ibsen," says Dr. Brahm, "wrote in Christiania all the four works
which he thus seems to bracket together--_Solness_, _Eyolf_,
_Borkman_, and _When We Dead Awaken_. He returned to Norway in July
1891, for a stay of indefinite length; but the restless wanderer over
Europe was destined to leave his home no more. . . . He had not
returned, however, to throw himself, as of old, into the battle of
the passing day. Polemics are entirely absent from the poetry of his
old age. He leaves the State and Society at peace. He who had
departed as the creator of Falk [in _Love's Comedy_] now, on his
return, gazes into the secret places of human nature and the wonder
of his own soul."
Dr. Brahm, however, seems to be mistaken in thinking that Ibsen
returned to Norway with no definite intention of settling down.
Dr. Julius Elias (an excellent authority) reports that shortly before
Ibsen left Munich in 1891, he remarked one day, "I must get back to
the North!" "Is that a sudden impulse?" asked Elias. "Oh no," was
the reply; "I want to be a good head of a household and have my
affairs in order. To that end I must consolidate may property, lay
it down in good securities, and get it under control--and that one
can best do where one has rights of citizenship." Some critics will
no doubt be shocked to find the poet whom they have written down an
"anarchist" confessing such bourgeois motives.
After his return to Norway, Ibsen's correspondence became very scant,
and we have no letters dating from the period when he was at work on
_The Master Builder_. On the other hand, we possess a curious
lyrical prelude to the play, which he put on paper on March 16, 1892.
It is said to have been his habit, before setting to work on a play,
to "crystallise in a poem the mood which then possessed him;" but the
following is the only one of these keynote poems which has been
published. I give it in the original language, with a literal
translation:
DE SAD DER, DE TO--
De sad der, de to, i saa lunt et hus
ved host og i venterdage,
Saa braendte huset. Alt ligger i grus.
De to faar i asken rage.
For nede id en er et smykke gemt,--
et smykke, som aldrig kan braende.
Og leder de trofast, haender det nemt
at det findes af ham eller hende.
Men finder de end, brandlidte to,
det dyre, ildfaste smykke,--
aldrig han finder sin braendte tro,
han aldrig sin braendte lykke.
THEY SAT THERE, THE TWO--
They sat there, the two, in so cosy a house, through autumn
and winter days. Then the house burned down. Everything
lies in ruins. The two must grope among the ashes.
For among them is hidden a jewel--a jewel that never can burn.
And if they search faithfully, it may easily happen that he
or she may find it.
But even should they find it, the burnt-out two--find this
precious unburnable jewel--never will she find her burnt faith,
he never his burnt happiness.
This is the latest piece of Ibsen's verse that has been given to the
world; but one of his earliest poems--first printed in 1858--was also,
in some sort, a prelude to _The Master Builder_. Of this a literal
translation may suffice. It is called
BUILDING-PLANS
I remember as clearly as if it had been to-day the evening
when, in the paper, I saw my first poem in print. There I
sat in my den, and, with long-drawn puffs, I smoked and I
dreamed in blissful self-complacency.
"I will build a cloud-castle. It shall shine all over the
North. It shall have two wings: one little and one great.
The great wing shall shelter a deathless poet; the little
wing shall serve as a young girl's bower."
The plan seemed to me nobly harmonious; but as time went on
it fell into confusion. When the master grew reasonable, the
castle turned utterly crazy; the great wing became too little,
the little wing fell to ruin.
Thus we see that, thirty-five years before the date of _The Master
Builder_, Ibsen's imagination was preoccupied with a symbol of a
master building a castle in the air, and a young girl in one of its
towers.
There has been some competition among the poet's young lady friends
for the honour of having served as his model for Hilda. Several, no
doubt, are entitled to some share in it. One is not surprised to
learn that among the papers he left behind were sheaves upon sheaves
of letters from women. "All these ladies," says Dr. Julius Elias,
"demanded something of him--some cure for their agonies of soul,
or for the incomprehension from which they suffered; some solution
of the riddle of their nature. Almost every one of them regarded
herself as a problem to which Ibsen could not but have the time
and the interest to apply himself. They all thought they had a claim
on the creator of Nora. . . . Of this chapter of his experience, Fru
Ibsen spoke with ironic humour. 'Ibsen (I have often said to him),
Ibsen, keep these swarms of over-strained womenfolk at arm's length.'
'Oh no (he would reply), let them alone. I want to observe them
more closely.' His observations would take a longer or shorter time
as the case might be, and would always contribute to some work of art."
The principal model for Hilda was doubtless Fraulein Emilie Bardach,
of Vienna, whom he met at Gossensass in the autumn of 1889. He was
then sixty-one years of age; she is said to have been seventeen. As
the lady herself handed his letters to Dr. Brandes for publication,
there can be no indiscretion in speaking of them freely. Some
passages from them I have quoted in the introduction to _Hedda
Gabler_--passages which show that at first the poet deliberately put
aside his Gossensass impressions for use when he should stand at a
greater distance from them, and meanwhile devoted himself to work
in a totally different key. On October 15, 1889, he writes, in
his second letter to Fraulein Bardach: "I cannot repress my summer
memories, nor do I want to. I live through my experiences again
and again. To transmute it all into a poem I find, in the meantime,
impossible. In the meantime? Shall I succeed in doing so some time
in the future? And do I really wish to succeed? In the meantime,
at any rate, I do not. . . . And yet it must come in time." The
letters number twelve in all, and are couched in a tone of sentimental
regret for the brief, bright summer days of their acquaintanceship.
The keynote is struck in the inscription on the back of a photograph
which he gave her before they parted: _An die Maisonne eines
Septemberlebens--in Tirol_,(1) 27/9/89. In her album he had written
the words:
Hohes, schmerzliches Gluck--
um das Unerreichbare zu ringen!(2)
in which we may, if we like, see a foreshadowing of the Solness
frame of mind. In the fifth letter of the series he refers to her
as "an enigmatic Princess"; in the sixth he twice calls her "my dear
Princess"; but this is the only point at which the letters quite
definitely and unmistakably point forward to _The Master Builder_.
In the ninth letter (February 6, 1890) he says: "I feel it a matter of
conscience to end, or at any rate, to restrict, our correspondence."
The tenth letter, six months later, is one of kindly condolence on
the death of the young lady's father. In the eleventh (very short)
note, dated December 30, 1890, he acknowledges some small gift, but
says: "Please, for the present, do not write me again. . . . I will
soon send you my new play [_Hedda Gabler_]. Receive it in friendship,
but in silence!" This injunction she apparently obeyed. When _The
Master Builder_ appeared, it would seem that Ibsen did not even send
her a copy of the play; and we gather that he was rather annoyed when
she sent him a photograph signed "Princess of Orangia." On his
seventieth birthday, however, she telegraphed her congratulations,
to which he returned a very cordial reply. And here their relations
ended.
That she was right, however, in regarding herself as his principal
model for Hilda appears from an anecdote related by Dr. Elias.(3)
It is not an altogether pleasing anecdote, but Dr. Elias is an
unexceptionable witness, and it can by no means be omitted from an
examination into the origins of _The Master Builder_. Ibsen had come
to Berlin in February 1891 for the first performance of _Hedda Gabler_.
Such experiences were always a trial to him, and he felt greatly
relieved when they were over. Packing, too, he detested; and Elias
having helped him through this terrible ordeal, the two sat down to
lunch together, while awaiting the train. An expansive mood descended
upon Ibsen, and chuckling over his champagne glass, he said: "Do you
know, my next play is already hovering before me--of course in vague
outline. But of one thing I have got firm hold. An experience: a
woman's figure. Very interesting, very interesting indeed. Again
a spice of the devilry in it." Then he related how he had met in the
Tyrol a Viennese girl of very remarkable character. She had at once
made him her confidant. The gist of her confessions was that she
did not care a bit about one day marrying a well brought-up young
man--most likely she would never marry. What tempted and charmed
and delighted her was to lure other women's husbands away from them.
She was a little daemonic wrecker; she often appeared to him like a
little bird of prey, that would fain have made him, too, her booty.
He had studied her very, very closely. For the rest, she had had no
great success with him. "She did not get hold of me, but I got hold
of her--for my play. Then I fancy" (here he chuckled again) "she
consoled herself with some one else." Love seemed to mean for her
only a sort of morbid imagination. This, however, was only one side
of her nature. His little model had had a great deal of heart and
of womanly understanding; and thanks to the spontaneous power she
could gain over him, every woman might, if she wished it, guide some
man towards the good. "Thus Ibsen spoke," says Elias, "calmly and
coolly, gazing as it were into the far distance, like an artist
taking an objective view of some experience--like Lubek speaking of
his soul-thefts. He had stolen a soul, and put it to a double
employment. Thea Elvsted and Hilda Wangel are intimately related--
are, indeed only different expressions of the same nature." If
Ibsen actually declared Thea and Hilda to be drawn from one model,
we must of course take his word for it; but the relationship is hard
to discern.
There can be no reasonable doubt, then, that the Gossensass episode
gave the primary impulse to _The Master Builder_. But it seems
pretty well established, too, that another lady, whom he met in
Christiania after his return in 1891, also contributed largely to the
character of Hilda. This may have been the reason why he resented
Fraulein Bardach's appropriating to herself the title of "Princess
of Orangia."
The play was published in the middle of December 1892. It was acted
both in Germany and England before it was seen in the Scandinavian
capitals. Its first performance took place at the Lessing Theatre,
Berlin, January 19, 1893, with Emanuel Reicher as Solness and Frl.
Reisenhofer as Hilda. In London it was first performed at the
Trafalgar Square Theatre (now the Duke of York's) on February 20,
1893, under the direction of Mr. Herbert Waring and Miss Elizabeth
Robins, who played Solness and Hilda. This was one of the most
brilliant and successful of English Ibsen productions. Miss Robins
was almost an ideal Hilda, and Mr. Waring's Solness was exceedingly
able. Some thirty performances were give in all, and the play was
reproduced at the Opera Comique later in the season, with Mr. Lewis
Waller as Solness. In the following year Miss Robins acted Hilda in
Manchester. In Christiania and Copenhagen the play was produced on
the same evening, March 8, 1893; the Copenhagen Solness and Hilda
were Emil Poulsen and Fru Hennings. A Swedish production, by
Lindberg, soon followed, both in Stockholm and Gothenburg. In Paris
_Solness le constructeur_ was not seen until April 3, 1894, when it
was produced by "L'OEuvre" with M. Lugne-Poe as Solness. The company,
sometimes with Mme. Suzanne Despres and sometimes with Mme. Berthe
Bady as Hilda, in 1894 and 1895 presented the play in London,
Brussels, Amsterdam, Milan, and other cities. In October 1894
they visited Christiania, where Ibsen was present at one of their
performances, and is reported by Herman Bang to have been so
enraptured with it that he exclaimed, "This is the resurrection of
my play!" On this occasion Mme. Bady was the Hilda. The first
performance of the play in America took place at the Carnegie Lyceum,
New York, on January 16, 1900, with Mr. William H. Pascoe as Solness
and Miss Florence Kahn as Hilda. The performance was repeated in the
course of the same month, both at Washington and Boston.
In England, and probably elsewhere as well, _The Master Builder_
produced a curious double effect. It alienated many of the poet's
staunchest admirers, and it powerfully attracted many people who had
hitherto been hostile to him. Looking back, it is easy to see why
this should have been so; for here was certainly a new thing in drama,
which could not but set up many novel reactions. A greater contrast
could scarcely be imagined than that between the hard, cold, precise
outlines of _Hedda Gabler_ and the vague mysterious atmosphere of _The
Master Builder_, in which, though the dialogue is sternly restrained
within the limits of prose, the art of drama seems for ever on the
point of floating away to blend with the art of music. Substantially,
the play is one long dialogue between Solness and Hilda; and it would
be quite possible to analyse this dialogue in terms of music, noting
(for example) the announcement first of this theme and then of that,
the resumption and reinforcement of a theme which seemed to have been
dropped, the contrapuntal interweaving of two or more motives, a
scherzo here, a fugal passage there. Leaving this exercise to some
one more skilled in music (or less unskilled) than myself, I may note
that in _The Master Builder_ Ibsen resumes his favourite retrospective
method, from which in _Hedda Gabler_ he had in great measure departed.
But the retrospect with which we are here concerned is purely
psychological. The external events involved in it are few and
simple in comparison with the external events which are successively
unveiled in retrospective passages of _The Wild Duck_ or _Rosmersholm_.
The matter of the play is the soul-history of Halvard Solness,
recounted to an impassioned listener--so impassioned, indeed, that
the soul-changes it begets in her form an absorbing and thrilling
drama. The graduations, retardations, accelerations of Solness's
self-revealment are managed with the subtlest art, so as to keep the
interest of the spectator ever on the stretch. The technical method
was not new; it was simply that which Ibsen had been perfecting from
_Pillars of Society_ onward; but it was applied to a subject of a
nature not only new to him, but new to literature.
That the play is full of symbolism it would be futile to deny; and
the symbolism is mainly autobiographic. The churches which Solness
sets out building doubtless represent Ibsen's early romantic plays,
the "homes for human beings" his social drama; while the houses
with high towers, merging into "castles in the air," stand for those
spiritual dramas, with a wide outlook over the metaphysical
environment of humanity, on which he was henceforth to be engaged.
Perhaps it is not altogether fanciful to read a personal reference
into Solness's refusal to call himself an architect, on the ground
that his training has not been systematic--that he is a self-taught
man. Ibsen too was in all essentials self-taught; his philosophy
was entirely unsystematic; and, like Solness, he was no student of
books. There may be an introspective note also in that dread of
the younger generation to which Solness confesses. It is certain
that the old Master-Builder was not lavish of his certificates of
competence to young aspirants, though there is nothing to show that
his reticence ever depressed or quenched any rising genius.
On the whole, then, it cannot be doubted that several symbolic
motives are inwoven into the iridescent fabric of the play. But it
is a great mistake to regard it as essentially and inseparably a
piece of symbolism. Essentially it is a history of a sickly
conscience, worked out in terms of pure psychology. Or rather, it
is a study of a sickly and a robust conscience side by side. "The
conscience is very conservative," Ibsen has somewhere said; and here
Solness's conservatism is contrasted with Hilda's radicalism--or
rather would-be radicalism, for we are led to suspect, towards the
close, that the radical too is a conservative in spite or herself.
The fact that Solness cannot climb as high as he builds implies, I
take it, that he cannot act as freely as he thinks, or as Hilda would
goad him into thinking. At such an altitude his conscience would
turn dizzy, and life would become impossible to him. But here I am
straying back to the interpretation of symbols. My present purpose
is to insist that there is nothing in the play which has no meaning
on the natural-psychological plane, and absolutely requires a symbolic
interpretation to make it comprehensible. The symbols are harmonic
undertones; the psychological melody is clear and consistent without
any reference to them.(4) It is true that, in order to accept the
action on what we may call the realistic level, we must suppose
Solness to possess and to exercise, sometimes unconsciously, a
considerable measure of hypnotic power. But time is surely past
when we could reckon hypnotism among "supernatural" phenomena.
Whether the particular forms of hypnotic influence attributed to
Solness do actually exist is a question we need not determine. The
poet does not demand our absolute credence, as though he were giving
evidence in the witness-box. What he requires is our imaginative
acceptance of certain incidents which he purposely leaves hovering on
the border between the natural and the preternatural, the explained
and the unexplained. In this play, as in _The Lady from the Sea_ and
_Little Eyolf_, he shows a delicacy of art in his dalliance with the
occult which irresistibly recalls the exquisite genius of Nathaniel
Hawthorne.(5)
The critics who insist on finding nothing but symbolism in the play
have fastened on Mrs. Solness's "nine lovely dolls," and provided the
most amazing interpretations for them. A letter which I contributed
in 1893 to the _Westminster Gazette_ records an incident which throws
a curious light on the subject and may be worth preserving. "At a
recent first night," I wrote, "I happened to be seated just behind a
well-known critic. He turned round to me and said, 'I want you to
tell me what is YOUR theory of those "nine lovely dolls." Of course
one can see that they are entirely symbolical.' 'I am not so sure
of that,' I replied, remembering a Norwegian cousin of my own who
treasured a favourite doll until she was nearer thirty than twenty.
'They of course symbolise the unsatisfied passion of motherhood in
Mrs. Solness's heart, but I have very little doubt that Ibsen makes
use of this "symbol" because he has observed a similar case, or
cases, in real life.' 'What!' cried the critic. 'He has seen a
grown-up, a middle-aged woman continuing to "live with" her dolls!'
I was about to say that it did not seem to me so very improbable,
when a lady who was seated next me, a total stranger to both of us,
leant forward and said, 'Excuse my interrupting you, but it may
perhaps interest you to know that I HAVE THREE DOLLS TO WHICH I AM
DEEPLY ATTACHED!' I will not be so rude as to conjecture this lady's
age, but we may be sure that a very young woman would not have had
the courage to make such an avowal. Does it not seem that Ibsen knows
a thing or two about human nature--English as well as Norwegian--
which we dramatic critics, though bound by our calling to be subtle
psychologists, have not yet fathomed?" In the course of the
correspondence which followed, one very apposite anecdote was quoted
from an American paper, the _Argonaut_: "An old Virginia lady said
to a friend, on finding a treasured old cup cracked by a careless
maid, 'I know of nothing to compare with the affliction of losing a
handsome piece of old china.' 'Surely,' said the friend, 'it is not
so bad as losing one's children.' 'Yes, it is,' replied the old lady,
'for when your children die, you do have the consolations of religion,
you know.'"
It would be a paradox to call _The Master Builder_ Ibsen's greatest
work, but one of his three or four greatest it assuredly is. Of all
his writings, it is probably the most original, the most individual,
the most unlike any other drama by any other writer. The form of
_Brand_ and _Peer Gynt_ was doubtless suggested by other dramatic
poems--notably by _Faust_. In _The Wild Duck_, in _Rosmersholm_,
in _Hedda Gabler_, even in _Little Eyolf_ and _John Gabriel Borkman_,
there remain faint traces of the French leaven which is so strong in
the earlier plays. But _The Master Builder_ had no model and has no
parallel. It shows no slightest vestige of outside influence. It
is Ibsen, and nothing but Ibsen.
W.A.
*FOOTNOTES.
(1)"To the May-sun of a September life--in Tyrol."
(2)"High, painful happiness--to struggle for the unattainable!"
(3)_Neus deutsche Rundschau_, December, 1906, p.1462.
(4)This conception I have worked out at much greater length in an
essay entitled _The Melody of the Master Builder_, appended to
the shilling edition of the play, published in 1893. I there
retell the story, transplanting it to England and making the hero
a journalist instead of an architect, in order to show that (if
we grant the reality of certain commonly-accepted phenomena of
hypnotism) there is nothing incredible or even extravagantly
improbable about it. The argument is far too long to be included
here, but the reader who is interested in the subject may find it
worth referring to.
(5)For an instance of the technical methods by which he suggested
the supernormal element in the atmosphere of the play, see
Introduction to _A Doll's House_, p. xiv.
THE MASTER BUILDER.
PLAY IN THREE ACTS.
CHARACTERS.
HALVARD SOLNESS, Master Builder.
ALINE SOLNESS, his wife.
DOCTOR HERDAL, physician.
KNUT BROVIK, formerly an architect, now in SOLNESS'S employment.
RAGNAR BROVIK, his son, draughtsman.
KAIA BROVIK, his niece, book-keeper.
MISS HILDA WANGEL.
Some Ladies.
A Crowd in the street.
The action passes in and about SOLNESS'S house.
ACT FIRST.
A plainly-furnished work-room in the house of HALVARD SOLNESS.
Folding doors on the left lead out to the hall. On the right
is the door leading to the inner rooms of the house. At the
back is an open door into the draughtsmen's office. In front,
on the left, a desk with books, papers and writing materials.
Further back than the folding door, a stove. In the right-
hand corner, a sofa, a table, and one or two chairs. On the
table a water-bottle and glass. A smaller table, with a
rocking-chair and arm-chair, in front on the right. Lighted
lamps, with shades, on the table in the draughtmen's office,
on the table in the corner, and on the desk.
In the draughtsmen's office sit KNUT BROVIK and his son RAGNAR,
occupied with plans and calculations. At the desk in the outer
office stands KAIA FOSLI, writing in the ledger. KNUT BROVICK
is a spare old man with white hair and beard. He wears a
rather threadbare but well-brushed black coat, with spectacles,
and a somewhat discoloured white neckcloth. RAGNAR BROVIK is
a well-dressed, light-haired man in his thirties, with a
slight stoop. KAIA FOSLI is a slightly built girl, a little
over twenty, carefully dressed, and delicate-looking. She has
a green shade over her eyes.--All three go on working for some
time in silence.
KNUT BROVIK.
[Rises suddenly, as if in distress, from the table; breathes heavily
and laboriously as he comes forward into the doorway.] No, I can't
bear it much longer!
KAIA.
[Going up to him.] You are feeling very ill this evening, are you
not, Uncle?
BROVIK.
Oh, I seem to get worse every day.
RAGNAR.
[Has risen and advances.] You ought to go home, father. Try to get
a little sleep---
BROVIK.
[Impatiently.] Go to bed, I suppose? Would you have me stifled
outright?
KAIA.
Then take a little walk.
RAGNAR.
Yes, do. I will come with you.
BROVIK.
[With warmth.] I will not go till he comes! I and determined to have
it out this evening with--[in a tone of suppressed bitterness]--with
him--with the chief.
KAIA.
[Anxiously.] Oh no, uncle,--do wait awhile before doing that!
RAGNAR.
Yes, better wait, father!
BROVIK.
[Draws is breath laboriously.] Ha--ha--! _I_ haven't much time
for waiting.
KAIA.
[Listening.] Hush! I hear him on the stairs.
[All three go back to their work. A short silence.
HALVARD SOLNESS comes in through the hall door. He is a man no
longer young, but healthy and vigorous, with close-cut curly
hair, dark moustache and dark thick eyebrows. He wears a
greyish-green buttoned jacket with an upstanding collar and
broad lappels. On his head he wears a soft grey felt hat,
and he has one or two light portfolios under his arm.
SOLNESS.
[Near the door, points towards the draughtsmen's office, and asks in
a whisper:] Are they gone?
KAIA.
[Softly, shaking her] No.
[She takes the shade off her eyes. SOLNESS crosses the room,
throws his hat on a chair, places the portfolios on the table
by the sofa, and approaches the desk again. KAIA goes on
writing without intermission, but seems nervous and uneasy.
SOLNESS.
[Aloud.] What is that you are entering, Miss Fosli?
KAIA.
[Starts.] Oh, it is only something that---
SOLNESS.
Let me look at it, Miss Fosli. [Bends over her, pretends to be
looking into the ledger, and whispers:] Kaia!
KAIA.
[Softly, still writing.] Well?
SOLNESS.
Why do you always take that shade off when I come?
KAIA.
[As before.] I look so ugly with it on.
SOLNESS.
[Smiling.] Then you don't like to look ugly, Kaia?
KAIA.
[Half glancing up at him.] Not for all the world. Not in your eyes.
SOLNESS.
[Strokes her hair gently.] Poor, poor little Kaia---
KAIA.
[Bending her head.] Hush--they can hear you!
[SOLNESS strolls across the room to the right, turns and pauses
at the door of the draughtsmen's office.
SOLNESS.
Has any one been here for me?
RAGNAR.
[Rising.] Yes, the young couple who want a villa built, out at
Lovstrand.
SOLNESS.
[Growling.] Oh, those two! They must wait. I am not quite clear
about the plans yet.
RAGNAR.
[Advancing, with some hesitation.] They were very anxious to have the
drawings at once.
SOLNESS.
[As before.] Yes, of course--so they all are.
BROVIK.
[Looks up.] They say they are longing so to get into a house of their
own.
SOLNESS.
Yes, yes--we know all that! And so they are content to take whatever
is offered them. They get a--a roof over their heads--an address--
but nothing to call a home. No thank you! In that case, let them
apply to somebody else. Tell them that, the next time they call.
BROVIK.
[Pushes his glasses up on to his forehead and looks in astonishment at
him.] To somebody else? Are you prepared to give up the commission?
SOLNESS.
[Impatiently.] Yes, yes, yes, devil take it! If that is to be the
way of it---. Rather that, than build away at random. [Vehemently.]
Besides, I know very little about these people as yet.
BROVIK.
The people are safe enough. Ragnar knows them. He is a friend of
the family.
SOLNESS.
Oh, safe--safe enough! That is not at all what I mean. Good lord--
don't you understand me either? [Angrily.] I won't have anything
to do with these strangers. They may apply to whom they please, so
far as I am concerned.
BROVIK.
[Rising.] Do you really mean that?
SOLNESS.
[Sulkily.] Yes I do.--For once in a way. [He comes forward.
[BROVIK exchanges a glance with RAGNAR, who makes a warning
gesture. Then BROVIK comes into the front room.
BROVIK.
May I have a few words with you?
SOLNESS.
Certainly.
BROVIK.
[To KAIA.] Just go in there for moment, Kaia.
KAIA.
[Uneasily.] Oh, but uncle---
BROVIK.
Do as I say, child. And shut the door after you.
[KAIA goes reluctantly into the draughtsmen's office, glances
anxiously and imploringly at SOLNESS, and shuts the door.
BROVIK.
[Lowering his voice a little.] I don't want the poor children to know
how I am.
SOLNESS.
Yes, you have been looking very poorly of late.
BROVIK.
It will soon be all over with me. My strength is ebbing--from day
to day.
SOLNESS.
Won't you sit down?
BROVIK.
Thanks--may I?
SOLNESS.
[Placing the arm-chair more conveniently.] Here--take this chair.--
And now?
BROVIK.
[Has seated himself with difficulty.] Well, you see, it's about
Ragnar. That is what weighs most upon me. What is to become of him?
SOLNESS.
Of course your son will stay with me as long as ever he likes.
BROVIK.
But that is just what he does not like. He feels that he cannot
stay here any longer.
SOLNESS.
Why, I should say he was very well off here. But if he wants more
money, I should not mind---
BROVIK.
No, no! It is not that. [Impatiently.] But sooner or later he, too,
must have a chance of doing something on his own account.
SOLNESS.
[Without looking at him.] Do you think that Ragnar has quite talent
enough to stand alone?
BROVIK.
No, that is just the heartbreaking part of it--I have begun to have
my doubts about the boy. For you have never said so much as--as
one encouraging word about him. And yet I cannot but think there
must be something in him--he can't be without talent.
SOLNESS.
Well, but he has learnt nothing--nothing thoroughly, I mean. Except,
of course, to draw.
BROVIK.
[Looks at him with covert hatred, and says hoarsely.] You had
learned little enough of the business when you were in my employment.
But that did not prevent you from setting to work--[breathing with
difficulty]--and pushing your way up, and taking the wind out of my
sails--mine, and so may other people's.
SOLNESS.
Yes, you see--circumstances favoured me.
BROVIK.
You are right there. Everything favoured you. But then how can you
have the heart to let me go to my grave--without having seen what
Ragnar is fit for? And of course I am anxious to see them married,
too--before I go.
SOLNESS.
[Sharply.] Is it she who wishes it?
BROVIK.
Not Kaia so much as Ragnar--he talks about it every day.
[Appealingly.] You must help him to get some independent work now!
I must see something that the lad has done. Do you hear?
SOLNESS.
[Peevishly.] Hang it, man, you can't expect me to drag commissions
down from the moon for him!
BROVIK.
He has the chance of a capital commission at this very moment. A
big bit of work.
SOLNESS.
[Uneasily, startled.] Has he?
BROVIK.
I you would give your consent.
SOLNESS.
What sort of work do you mean?
BROVIK.
[With some hesitation.] He can have the building of that villa out
at Lovstrand.
SOLNESS.
That! Why I am going to build that myself.
BROVIK.
Oh you don't much care about doing it.
SOLNESS.
[Flaring up.] Don't care! Who dares to say that?
BROVIK.
You said so yourself just now.
SOLNESS.
Oh, never mind what I say.--Would they give Ragnar the building of
that villa?
BROVIK.
Yes. You see, he knows the family. And then--just for the fun of
the thing--he has made drawings and estimates and so forth---
SOLNESS.
Are they pleased with the drawings? The people who will have to live
in the house?
BROVIK.
Yes. If you would only look through them and approve of them---
SOLNESS.
Then they would let Ragnar build their home for them?
BROVIK.
They were immensely pleased with his idea. They thought it exceedingly
original, they said.
SOLNESS.
Oho! Original! Not the old-fashioned stuff that _I_ am in the habit
of turning out!
BROVIK.
It seemed to them different.
SOLNESS.
[With suppressed irritation.] So it was to see Ragnar that they came
here--whilst I was out!
BROVIK.
They came to call upon you--and at the same time to ask whether you
would mind retiring---
SOLNESS.
[Angrily.] Retire? I?
BROVIK.
In case you thought that Ragnar's drawings---
SOLNESS.
I! Retire in favour of your son!
BROVIK.
Retire from the agreement, they meant.
SOLNESS.
Oh, it comes to the same thing. [Laughs angrily.] So that is it,
is it? Halvard Solness is to see about retiring now! To make room
for younger men! For the very youngest, perhaps! He must make room!
Room! Room!
BROVIK.
Why, good heavens! there is surely room for more than one single man--
SOLNESS.
Oh, there's not so very much room to spare either. But, be that as it
may--I will never retire! I will never give way to anybody! Never of
my own free will. Never in this world will I do that!
BROVIK.
[Rise with difficulty.] Then I am to pass out of life without any
certainty? Without a gleam of happiness? Without any faith or
trust in Ragnar? Without having seen a single piece of work of his
doing? Is that to be the way of it?
SOLNESS.
[Turns half aside, and mutters.] H'm--don't ask more just now.
BROVIK.
I must have an answer to this one question. Am I to pass out of life
in such utter poverty?
SOLNESS.
[Seems to struggle with himself; finally he says, in a low but firm
voice:] You must pass out of life as best you can.
BROVIK.
Then be it so. [He goes up the room.
SOLNESS.
[Following him, half is desperation.] Don't you understand that I
cannot help it? I am what I am, and I cannot change my nature!
BROVIK.
No; I suppose that you can't. [Reels and supports himself against
the sofa-table.] May I have a glass of water?
SOLNESS.
By all means. [Fills a glass and hands it to him.
BROVIK.
Thanks. [Drinks and puts the glass down again.
[SOLNESS goes up and opens the door of the draughtsmen's office.
SOLNESS.
Ragnar--you must come and take your father home.
Ragnar rises quickly. He and KAIA come into the work-room.
RAGNAR.
What is the matter, father?
BROVIK.
Give me your arm. Now let us go.
RAGNAR.
Very well. You had better put your things on, too, Kaia.
SOLNESS.
Miss Fosli must stay--just for a moment. There is a letter I want
written.
BROVIK.
[Looks at SOLNESS.] Good night. Sleep well--if you can.
SOLNESS.
Good night.
[BROVIK and RAGNAR go out by the hall-door. KAIA goes to the
desk. SOLNESS stands with bent head, to the right, by the
arm-chair.
KAIA.
[Dubiously.] Is there any letter?
SOLNESS.
[Curtly.] No, of course not. [Looks sternly at her.] Kaia!
KAIA.
[Anxiously, in a low voice.] Yes!
SOLNESS.
[Points imperatively to a spot on the floor.] Come here! At once!
KAIA.
[Hesitatingly.] Yes.
SOLNESS.
[As before.] Nearer!
KAIA.
[Obeying.] What do you want with me?
SOLNESS.
[Looks at her for a while.] Is it you I have to thank for all this?
KAIA.
No, no, don't think that!
SOLNESS.
But confess now--you want to get married!
KAIA.
[Softly.] Ragnar and I have been engaged for four or five years,
and so---
SOLNESS.
And so you think it time there were an end of it. Is not that so?
KAIA.
Ragnar and Uncle say I must. So I suppose I shall have to give in.
SOLNESS.
[More gently.] Kaia, don't you really care a little bit for Ragnar,
too?
KAIA.
I cared very much for Ragnar once--before I came here to you.
SOLNESS.
But you don't now? Not in the least?
KAIA.
[Passionately, clasping hands and holding them out towards him.] Oh,
you know very well there is only one person I care for now! I shall
never care for any one else.
SOLNESS.
Yes, you say that. And yet you go away from me--leave me alone here
with everything on my hands.
KAIA.
But could I not stay with you, even if Ragnar---?
SOLNESS.
[Repudiating the idea.] No, no, that is quite impossible. If Ragnar
leaves me and starts work on his own account, then of course he will
need you himself.
KAIA.
[Wringing her hands.] Oh, I feel as if I could not be separated
from you! It's quite, quite impossible!
SOLNESS.
Then be sure you get those foolish notions out of Ragnar's head.
Marry him as much as you please--[Alters his tone.] I mean--don't
let him throw up his good situation with me. For then I can keep
you too, my dear Kaia.
KAIA.
Oh yes, how lovely that would be, if it could only be managed!
SOLNESS.
[Clasps her head with his two hands and whispers.] For I cannot get
on without you, you see. I must have you with me every single day.
KAIA.
[In nervous exaltation.] My God! My God!
SOLNESS.
[Kisses her hair.] Kaia--Kaia!
KAIA.
[Sinks down before him.] Oh, how good you are to me! How unspeakably
good you are!
SOLNESS.
[Vehemently.] Get up! For goodness' sake get up! I think I hear
some one.
[He helps her to rise. She staggers over to the desk.
MRS. SOLNESS enters by the door on the right. She looks thin
and wasted with grief, but shows traces of bygone beauty.
Blonde ringlets. Dressed with good taste, wholly in black.
Speaks some-what slowly and in a plaintive voice.
MRS. SOLNESS.
[In the doorway.] Halvard!
SOLNESS.
[Turns.] Oh, are you there, my dear---?
MRS. SOLNESS.
[With a glance at KAIA.] I am afraid I am disturbing you.
SOLNESS.
Not in the least. Miss Fosli has only a short letter to write.
MRS. SOLNESS.
Yes, so I see.
SOLNESS.
What do you want with me, Aline?
MRS. SOLNESS.
I merely wanted to tell you that Dr. Herdal is in the drawing-room.
Won't you come and see him, Halvard?
SOLNESS.
[Looks suspiciously at her.]. H'm--is the doctor so very anxious to
see me?
MRS. SOLNESS.
Well, not exactly anxious. He really came to see me; but he would
like to say how-do-you-do to you at the same time.
SOLNESS.
[Laughs to himself.] Yes, I daresay. Well, you must ask him to wait
a little.
MRS. SOLNESS.
Then you will come in presently?
SOLNESS.
Perhaps I will. Presently, presently, dear. In a little while.
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Glancing again at KAIA.] Well now, don't forget, Halvard.
[Withdraws and closes the door behind her.
KAIA.
[Softly.] Oh dear, oh dear--I am sure Mrs. Solness thinks ill of me
in some way!
SOLNESS.
Oh, not in the least. Not more than usual at any rate. But all the
same, you had better go now, Kaia.
KAIA.
Yes, yes, now I must go.
SOLNESS.
[Severely.] And mind you get that matter settled for me. Do you
hear?
KAIA.
Oh, if it only depended on me---
SOLNESS.
I will have it settled, I say! And to-morrow too--not a day later!
KAIA.
[Terrified.] If there's nothing else for it, I am quite willing to
break off the engagement.
SOLNESS.
[Angrily.] Break it off. Are you mad? Would you think of breaking
it off?
KAIA.
[Distracted.] Yes, if necessary. For I must--I must stay here with
you! I can't leave you! That is utterly--utterly impossible!
SOLNESS.
[With a sudden outburst.] But deuce take it--how about Ragnar then!
It's Ragnar that I---
KAIA.
[Looks at him with terrified eyes.] It is chiefly on Ragnar's account,
that--that you---?
SOLNESS.
[Collecting himself.] No, no, of course not! You don't understand
me either. [Gently and softly.] Of course it is you I want to keep.
--you above everything, Kaia. But for that very reason, you must
prevent Ragnar, too, from throwing up his situation. There, there,
--now go home.
KAIA.
Yes, yes--good-night, then.
SOLNESS.
Good night. [As she is going.] Oh, stop a moment! Are Ragnar's
drawings in there?
KAIA.
I did not see him take them with him.
SOLNESS.
Then just go and find them for me. I might perhaps glance over them,
after all.
KAIA.
[Happy.] Oh yes, please do!
SOLNESS.
For your sake, Kaia dear. Now, let me have them at once, please.
[KAIA hurries into the draughtsmen's office, searches anxiously
in the table-drawer, finds a portfolio and brings it with her.
KAIA.
Here are all the drawings.
SOLNESS.
Good. Put them down there on the table.
KAIA.
[Putting down the portfolio.] Good night, then. [Beseechingly.]
And please, please think kindly of me.
SOLNESS.
Oh, that I always do. Good-night, my dear little Kaia. [Glances
to the right.] Go, go now!
MRS. SOLNESS and DR. HERDAL enter by the door on the right.
He is a stoutish, elderly man, with a round, good-humoured
face, clean shaven, with thin, light hair, and gold spectacles.
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Still in the doorway.] Halvard, I cannot keep the doctor any longer.
SOLNESS.
Well then, come in here.
MRS. SOLNESS.
[To KAIA, who is turning down the desk-lamp.] Have you finished the
letter already, Miss Fosli?
KAIA.
[In confusion.] The letter---?
SOLNESS.
Yes, it was quite a short one.
MRS. SOLNESS.
It must have been very short.
SOLNESS.
You may go now, Miss Fosli. And please come in good time to-morrow
morning.
KAIA.
I will be sure to. Good-night, Mrs. Solness.
[She goes out by the hall door.
SOLNESS.
Are you in a hurry, doctor?
DR. HERDAL.
No, not at all.
SOLNESS.
May I have a little chat with you?
DR. HERDAL.
With the greatest of pleasure.
SOLNESS.
Then let us sit down. [He motions the doctor to take the rocking-
chair, and sits down himself in the arm-chair. Looks searchingly
at him.] Tell me--did you notice anything odd about Aline?
DR. HERDAL.
Do you mean just now, when she was here?
SOLNESS.
Yes, in her manner to me. Did you notice anything?
DR. HERDAL.
[Smiling.] Well, I admit--one couldn't well avoid noticing that
your wife--h'm---
DR. HERDAL.
--that your wife is not particularly fond of this Miss Fosli.
SOLNESS.
Is that all? I have noticed that myself.
DR. HERDAL.
And I must say I am scarcely surprised at it.
SOLNESS.
At what?
DR. HERDAL.
That she should not exactly approve of your seeing so much of another
woman, all day and every day.
SOLNESS.
No, no, I suppose you are right there--and Aline too. But it's
impossible to make any change.
DR. HERDAL.
Could you not engage a clerk?
SOLNESS.
The first man that came to hand? No, thank you--that would never do
for me.
DR. HERDAL.
But now, if your wife---? Suppose, with her delicate health, all
this tries her too much?
SOLNESS.
Even then--I might almost say--it can make no difference. I must
keep Kaia Fosli. No one else could fill her place.
DR. HERDAL.
No one else?
SOLNESS.
[Curtly.] No, no one.
DR. HERDAL.
[Drawing his chair closer.] Now listen to me, my dear Mr. Solness.
May I ask you a question, quite between ourselves?
SOLNESS.
By all means.
DR. HERDAL.
Women, you see--in certain matters, they have a deucedly keen
intuition---
SOLNESS.
They have, indeed. There is not the least doubt of that. But---?
DR. HERDAL.
Well, tell me now--if your wife can't endure this Kaia Fosli---?
SOLNESS.
Well, what then?
DR. HERDAL.
--may she not have just--just the least little bit of reason for this
instinctive dislike?
SOLNESS.
[Looks at him and rises.] Oho!
DR. HERDAL.
Now don't be offended--but hasn't she?
SOLNESS.
[With curt decision.] No.
DR. HERDAL.
No reason of any sort?
SOLNESS.
No other than her own suspicious nature.
DR. HERDAL.
I know you have known a good many women in your time.
SOLNESS.
Yes, I have.
DR. HERDAL.
And have been a good deal taken with some of them, too.
SOLNESS.
Oh yes, I don't deny it.
DR. HERDAL.
But as regards Miss Fosli, then? There is nothing of that sort in
this case?
SOLNESS.
No; nothing at all--on my side.
DR. HERDAL.
But on her side?
SOLNESS.
I don't think you have any right to ask that question, doctor.
DR. HERDAL.
Well, you know, we were discussing your wife's intuition.
SOLNESS.
So we were. And for that matter--[lowers his voice]--Aline's
intuition, as you call it--in a certain sense, it has not been so
far astray.
DR. HERDAL.
Aha! there we have it!
SOLNESS.
[Sits down.] Doctor Herdal--I am going to tell you a strange story
--if you care to listen to it.
DR. HERDAL.
I like listening to strange stories.
SOLNESS.
Very well then. I daresay you recollect that I took Knut Brovik and
his son into my employment--after the old man's business had gone to
the dogs.
DR. HERDAL.
Yes, so I have understood.
SOLNESS.
You see, they really are clever fellows, these two. Each of them
has talent in his own way. But then the son took it into his head
to get engaged; and the next thing, of course, was that he wanted
to get married--and begin to build on his own account. That is the
way with all these young people.
DR. HERDAL.
[Laughing.] Yes, they have a bad habit of wanting to marry.
SOLNESS.
Just so. But of course that did not suit my plans; for I needed
Ragnar myself--and the old man too. He is exceedingly good at
calculating bearing strains and cubic contents--and all that sort
of devilry, you know.
DR. HERDAL.
Oh yes, no doubt that's indispensable.
SOLNESS.
Yes, it is. But Ragnar was absolutely bent on setting to work for
himself. He would hear of nothing else.
DR. HERDAL.
But he has stayed with you all the same.
SOLNESS.
Yes, I'll tell you how that came about. One day this girl, Kaia
Fosli, came to see them on some errand or other. She had never
been here before. And when I saw how utterly infatuated they were
with each other, the thought occurred to me: if I cold only get her
into the office here, then perhaps Ragnar too would stay where he is.
DR. HERDAL.
That was not at all a bad idea.
SOLNESS.
Yes, but at the time I did not breathe a word of what was in my mind.
I merely stood and looked at her--and kept on wishing intently that
I could have her here. Then I talked to her a little, in a friendly
way--about one thing and another. And then she went away.
DR. HERDAL.
Well?
SOLNESS.
Well then, next day, pretty late in the evening, when old Brovik and
Ragnar had gone home, she came here again, and behaved as if I had
made an arrangement with her.
DR. HERDAL.
An arrangement? What about?
SOLNESS.
About the very thing my mind had been fixed on. But I hadn't said
one single word about it.
DR. HERDAL.
That was most extraordinary.
SOLNESS.
Yes, was it not? And now she wanted to know what she was to do here--
whether she could begin the very next morning, and so forth.
DR. HERDAL.
Don't you think she did it in order to be with her sweetheart?
SOLNESS.
That was what occurred to me at first. But no, that was not it.
She seemed to drift quite away from him--when once she had come
here to me.
DR. HERDAL.
She drifted over to you, then?
SOLNESS.
Yes, entirely. If I happen to look at her when her back is turned,
I can tell that she feels it. She quivers and trembles the moment
I come near her. What do you think of that?
DR. HERDAL.
H'm--that's not very hard to explain.
SOLNESS.
Well, but what about the other thing? That she believed I had said
to her what I had only wished and willed--silently--inwardly--to
myself? What do you say to that? Can you explain that, Dr. Herdal?
DR. HERDAL.
No, I won't undertake to do that.
SOLNESS.
I felt sure you would not; and so I have never cared to talk about
it till now.--But it's a cursed nuisance to me in the long run, you
understand. Here have I got to go on day after day, pretending---.
And it's a shame to treat her so, too, poor girl. [Vehemently.]
But I cannot do anything else. For if she runs away from me--then
Ragnar will be off too.
DR. HERDAL.
And you have not told your wife the rights of the story?
SOLNESS.
No.
DR. HERDAL.
The why on earth don't you?
SOLNESS.
[Looks fixedly at him, and says in a low voice:] Because I seem to
find a sort of--of salutary self-torture in allowing Aline to do me
an injustice.
DR. HERDAL.
[Shakes his head.] I don't in the least understand what you mean.
SOLNESS.
Well, you see--it is like paying off a little bit of a huge,
immeasurable debt---
DR. HERDAL.
To your wife?
SOLNESS.
Yes; and that always helps to relieve one's mind a little. One can
breathe more freely for a while, you understand.
DR. HERDAL.
No, goodness knows, I don't understand at all---
SOLNESS.
[Breaking off, rises again.] Well, well, well--then we won't talk
any more about it. [He saunters across the room, returns, and stops
beside the table. Looks at the doctor with a sly smile.] I suppose
you think you have drawn me out nicely now, doctor?
DR. HERDAL.
[With some irritation.] Drawn you out? Again I have not the
faintest notion of what you mean, Mr. Solness.
SOLNESS.
Oh come, out with it; I have seen it quite clearly, you know.
DR. HERDAL.
What have you seen?
SOLNESS.
[In a low voice, slowly.] That you have been quietly keeping an eye
upon me.
DR. HERDAL.
That _I_ have! And why in all the world should I do that?
SOLNESS.
Because you think that I--- [Passionately.] Well devil take it--
you think the same of me as Aline does.
DR. HERDAL.
And what does she think about you?
SOLNESS.
[Having recovered his self-control.] She has begun to think that I
am--that I am--ill.
DR. HERDAL.
Ill! You! She has never hinted such a thing to me. Why, what can
she think is the matter with you?
SOLNESS.
[Leans over the back of the chair and whispers.] Aline has made up
her mind that I am mad. That is what she thinks.
DR. HERDAL.
[Rising.] Why, my dear fellow---!
SOLNESS.
Yes, on my soul she does! I tell you it is so. And she has got you
to think the same! Oh, I can assure you, doctor, I see it in your
face as clearly as possible. You don't take me in so easily, I can
tell you.
DR. HERDAL.
[Looks at him in amazement.] Never, Mr. Solness--never has such a
thought entered my mind.
SOLNESS.
[With and incredulous smile.] Really? Has it not?
DR. HERDAL.
No, never! Nor your wife's mind either, I am convinced. I could
almost swear to that.
SOLNESS.
Well, I wouldn't advise you to. For, in a certain sense, you see,
perhaps--perhaps she is not so far wrong in thinking something of
the kind.
DR. HERDAL.
Come now, I really must say---
SOLNESS.
[Interrupting, with a sweep of his hand.] Well, well, my dear
doctor--don't let us discuss this any further. We had better
agree to differ. [Changes to a tone of quiet amusement.] But
look here now, doctor--h'm---
DR. HERDAL.
Well?
SOLNESS.
Since you don't believe that I am--ill--and crazy--and mad, and so
forth---
DR. HERDAL.
What then?
SOLNESS.
Then I daresay you fancy that I am an extremely happy man.
DR. HERDAL.
Is that mere fancy?
SOLNESS.
[Laughs.] No, no--of course not! Heaven forbid! Only think--to
be Solness the master builder! Halvard Solness! What could be
more delightful?
DR. HERDAL.
Yes, I must say it seems to me you have had the luck on your side
to an astounding degree.
SOLNESS.
[Suppresses a gloomy smile.] So I have. I can't complain on that
score.
DR. HERDAL.
First of all that grim old robbers' castle was burnt down for you.
And that was certainly a great piece of luck.
SOLNESS.
[Seriously.] It was the home of Aline's family. Remember that.
DR. HERDAL.
Yes, it must have been a great grief to her.
SOLNESS.
She has not got over it to this day--not in all these twelve or
thirteen years.
DR. HERDAL.
But you--yourself--you rose upon the ruins. You began as a poor
boy from a country village--and now you are at the head of your
profession. Ah, yes, Mr. Solness, you have undoubtedly had the
luck on your side.
SOLNESS.
[Looking at him with embarrassment.] Yes, but that is just what
makes me so horribly afraid.
DR. HERDAL.
Afraid? Because you have the luck on your side!
SOLNESS.
It terrifies me--terrifies me every hour of the day. For sooner or
later the luck must turn, you see.
DR. HERDAL.
Oh nonsense! What should make the luck turn?
SOLNESS.
[With firm assurance.] The younger generation!
DR. HERDAL.
Pooh! The younger generation! You are not laid on the shelf yet, I
should hope. Oh no--your position here is probably firmer now than
it has ever been.
SOLNESS.
The luck will turn. I know it--I feel the day approaching. Some
one or other will take it into his head to say: Give me a chance!
And then all the rest will come clamouring after him, and shake
their fists at me and shout: Make room--make room--! Yes, just
you see, doctor--presently the younger generation will come knocking
at my door---
DR. HERDAL.
[Laughing.] Well, and what if they do?
SOLNESS.
What if they do? Then there's an end of Halvard Solness.
[There is a knock at the door on the left.
SOLNESS.
[Starts.] What's that? Did you not hear something?
DR. HERDAL.
Some one is knocking at the door.
SOLNESS.
[Loudly.] Come in.
HILDA WANGEL enters by the hall door. She is of middle height,
supple, and delicately built. Somewhat sunburnt. Dressed in
a tourist costume, with skirt caught up for walking, a sailor's
collar open at the throat, and a small sailor hat on her head.
Knapsack on back, plaid in strap, and alpenstock.
HILDA.
[Goes straight up to SOLNESS, her eyes sparkling with happiness.]
Good evening!
SOLNESS.
[Looks doubtfully at her.] Good evening---
HILDA.
[Laughs.] I almost believe you don't recognise me!
SOLNESS.
No--I must admit that--just for the moment---
DR. HERDAL.
[Approaching.] But _I_ recognise you, my dear young lady---
HILDA.
[Pleased.] Oh, is it you that---
DR. HERDAL.
Of course it is. [To SOLNESS.] We met at one of the mountain
stations this summer. [To HILDA.] What became of the other ladies?
HILDA.
Oh, they went westward.
DR. HERDAL.
They didn't much like all the fun we used to have in the evenings.
HILDA.
No, I believe they didn't.
DR. HERDAL.
[Holds up his finger at her.] And I am afraid it can't be denied
that you flirted a little with us.
HILDA.
Well, that was better fun than to sit there knitting stockings with
all those old women.
DR. HERDAL.
[Laughs.] There I entirely agree with you!
SOLNESS.
Have you come to town this evening?
HILDA.
Yes, I have just arrived.
DR. HERDAL.
Quite alone, Miss Wangel?
HILDA.
Oh yes!
SOLNESS.
Wangel? Is your name Wangel?
HILDA.
[Looks in amused surprise at him.] Yes, of course it is.
SOLNESS.
Then you must be a daughter of the district doctor up at Lysanger?
HILDA.
[As before.] Yes, who else's daughter should I be?
SOLNESS.
Oh, then I suppose we met up there, that summer when I was building
a tower on the old church.
HILDA.
[More seriously.] Yes, of course it was then we met.
SOLNESS.
Well, that is a long time ago.
HILDA.
[Looks hard at him.] It is exactly ten years.
SOLNESS.
You must have been a mere child then, I should think.
HILDA.
[Carelessly.] Well, I was twelve or thirteen.
DR. HERDAL.
Is this the first time you have ever been up to town, Miss Wangel?
HILDA.
Yes, it is indeed.
SOLNESS.
And don't you know any one here?
HILDA.
Nobody but you. And of course, your wife.
SOLNESS.
So you know her, too?
HILDA.
Only a little. We spent a few days together at the sanatorium.
SOLNESS.
Ah, up there?
HILDA.
She said I might come and pay her a visit if ever I came up to town.
[Smiles.] Not that that was necessary.
SOLNESS.
Odd that she should never have mentioned it.
[HILDA puts her stick down by the stove, takes off the knapsack
and lays it and the plaid on the sofa. DR. HERDAL offers to
help her. SOLNESS stands and gazes at her.
HILDA.
[Going towards him.] Well, now I must ask you to let me stay the
night here.
SOLNESS.
I am sure there will be no difficulty about that.
HILDA.
For I have no other clothes than those I stand in, except a change
of linen in my knapsack. And that has to go to the wash, for it's
very dirty.
SOLNESS.
Oh yes, that can be managed. Now I'll just let my wife know---
DR. HERDAL.
Meanwhile I will go and see my patient.
SOLNESS.
Yes, do; and come again later on.
DR. HERDAL.
[Playfully, with a glance at HILDA.] Oh that I will, you may be
very certain! [Laughs.] So your prediction has come true, Mr.
Solness!
SOLNESS.
How so?
DR. HERDAL.
The younger generation did come knocking at your door.
SOLNESS.
[Cheerfully.] Yes, but in a very different way from what I meant.
DR. HERDAL.
Very different, yes. That's undeniable.
[He goes out by the hall-door. SOLNESS opens the door on the
right and speaks into the side room.
SOLNESS.
Aline! Will you come in here, please. Here is a friend of yours--
Miss Wangel.
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Appears in the doorway.] Who do you say it is? [Sees HILDA.]. Oh,
is it you, Miss Wangel?
SOLNESS.
Miss Wangel has this moment arrived; and she would like to stay the
night here.
MRS. SOLNESS.
Here with us? Oh yes, certainly.
SOLNESS.
Till she can get her things a little in order, you know.
MRS. SOLNESS.
I will do the best I can for you. It's no more than my duty. I
suppose your trunk is coming on later?
HILDA.
I have no trunk.
MRS. SOLNESS.
Well, it will be all right, I daresay. In the meantime, you must
excuse my leaving you here with my husband, until I can get a room
made a little more comfortable for you.
SOLNESS.
Can we not give her one of the nurseries? They are all ready as it is.
MRS. SOLNESS.
Oh yes. There we have room and to spare. [To HILDA.] Sit down now,
and rest a little. [She goes out to the right.
[HILDA, with her hands behind her back, strolls about the room
and looks at various objects. SOLNESS stands in front, beside
the table, also with his hands behind his back, and follows
her with his eyes.
HILDA.
[Stops and looks at him.] Have you several nurseries?
SOLNESS.
There are three nurseries in the house.
HILDA.
That's a lot. Then I suppose you have a great many children?
SOLNESS.
No. We have no child. But now you can be the child here, for the
time being.
HILDA.
For to-night, yes. I shall not cry. I mean to sleep as sound as a
stone.
SOLNESS.
Yes, you must be very tired, I should think.
HILDA.
Oh no! But all the same---. It's so delicious to lie and dream.
SOLNESS.
Do you dream much of nights?
HILDA.
Oh yes! Almost always.
SOLNESS.
What do you dream about most?
HILDA.
I sha'n't tell you to-night. Another time perhaps.
[She again strolls about the room, stops at the desk and turns
over the books and papers a little.
SOLNESS.
[Approaching.] Are you searching for anything?
HILDA.
No, I am merely looking at all these things. [Turns.] Perhaps I
mustn't?
SOLNESS.
Oh, by all means.
HILDA.
Is it you that writes in this great ledger?
SOLNESS.
No, it's my book-keeper.
HILDA.
Is it a woman?
SOLNESS.
[Smiles.] Yes.
HILDA.
One you employ here, in your office?
SOLNESS.
Yes.
HILDA.
Is she married?
SOLNESS.
No, she is single.
HILDA.
Oh, indeed!
SOLNESS.
But I believe she is soon going to be married.
HILDA.
That's a good thing for her.
SOLNESS.
But not such a good thing for me. For then I shall have nobody to
help me.
HILDA.
Can't you get hold of some one else who will do just as well?
SOLNESS.
Perhaps you would stay here and--and write in the ledger?
HILDA.
[Measures him with a glance.] Yes, I daresay! No, thank you--
nothing of that sort for me.
[She again strolls across the room, and sits down on the
rocking-chair. SOLNESS too goes to the table.
HILDA.
[Continuing.] For there must surely be plenty of other thing to be
done here. [Looks smilingly at him.] Don't you think so, too?
SOLNESS.
Of course. First of all, I suppose, you want to make a round of the
shops, and get yourself up in the height of fashion.
HILDA.
[Amused.] No, I think I shall let that alone!
SOLNESS.
Indeed?
HILDA.
For you must know I have run through all my money.
SOLNESS.
[Laughs.] Neither trunk nor money, then?
HILDA.
Neither one nor the other. But never mind--it doesn't matter now.
SOLNESS.
Come now, I like you for that.
HILDA.
Only for that?
SOLNESS.
For that among other things. [Sits in the arm-chair.] Is your
father alive still?
HILDA.
Yes, father's alive.
SOLNESS.
Perhaps you are thinking of studying here?
HILDA.
No, that hadn't occurred to me.
SOLNESS.
But I suppose you will be staying for some time?
HILDA.
That must depend upon circumstances.
[She sits awhile rocking herself and looking at him, half
seriously, half with a suppressed smile. Then she takes
off her hat and puts it on the table in front of her.
HILDA.
Mr. Solness!
SOLNESS.
Well?
HILDA.
Have you a very bad memory?
SOLNESS.
A bad memory? No, not that I am aware of.
HILDA.
Then have you nothing to say to me about what happened up there?
SOLNESS.
[In momentary surprise.] Up at Lysanger? [Indifferently.] Why, it
was nothing much to talk about it seems to me.
HILDA.
[Looks reproachfully at him.] How can you sit there and say such
things?
SOLNESS.
Well, then, you talk to me about it.
HILDA.
When the tower was finished, we had grand doings in the town.
SOLNESS.
Yes, I shall not easily forget that day.
HILDA.
[Smiles.] Will you not? That comes well from you.
SOLNESS.
Comes well?
HILDA.
There was music in the churchyard--and many, many hundreds of people.
We school-girls were dressed in white; and we all carried flags.
SOLNESS.
Ah yes, those flags--I can tell you I remember them!
HILDA.
Then you climbed right up the scaffolding, straight to the very top;
and you had a great wreath with you; and you hung that wreath right
away up on the weather-vane.
SOLNESS.
[Curtly interrupting.] I always did that in those days. It is an
old custom.
HILDA.
It was so wonderfully thrilling to stand below and look up at you.
Fancy, if he should fall over! He--the master builder himself!
SOLNESS.
[As if to divert her from the subject.] Yes, yes, yes, that might
very will have happened, too. For one of those white-frocked little
devils,--she went on in such a way, and screamed up at me so---
HILDA.
[Sparkling with pleasure.] "Hurrah for Master Builder Solness!" Yes!
SOLNESS.
--and waved and flourished with her flag, so that I--so that it
almost made me giddy to look at it.
HILDA.
[In a lower voice, seriously.] That little devil--that was _I_.
SOLNESS.
[Fixes his eyes steadily upon her.] I am sure of that now. It must
have been you.
HILDA.
[Lively again.] Oh, it was so gloriously thrilling! I could not
have believed there was a builder in the whole world that could
build such a tremendously high tower. And then, that you yourself
should stand at the very top of it, as large as life! And that you
should not be the least bit dizzy! It was that above everything
that made one--made one dizzy to think of.
SOLNESS.
How could you be so certain that I was not?
HILDA.
[Scouting the idea.] No indeed! Oh no! I knew that instinctively.
For if you had been, you could never have stood up there and sung.
SOLNESS.
[Looks at her in astonishment.] Sung? Did _I_ sing?
HILDA.
Yes, I should think you did.
SOLNESS.
[Shakes his head.] I have never sung a note in my life.
HILDA.
Yes, indeed, you sang then. It sounded like harps in the air.
SOLNESS.
[Thoughtfully.] This is very strange--all this.
HILDA.
[Is silent awhile, looks at him and says in a low voice:] But then,
--it was after that--that the real thing happened.
SOLNESS.
The real thing?
HILDA.
[Sparking with vivacity.] Yes, I surely don't need to remind you of
that?
SOLNESS.
Oh yes do remind me a little of that, too.
HILDA.
Don't you remember that a great dinner was given in your honour at
the Club?
SOLNESS.
Yes, to be sure. It must have been the same afternoon, for I left
the place next morning.
HILDA.
And from the Club you were invited to come round to our house to
supper.
SOLNESS.
Quite right, Miss Wangel. It is wonderful how all these trifles
have impressed themselves on your mind.
HILDA.
Trifles! I like that! Perhaps it was a trifle, too, that I was
alone in the room when you came in?
SOLNESS.
Were you alone?
HILDA.
[Without answering him.] You didn't call me a little devil then?
SOLNESS.
No, I suppose I did not.
HILDA.
You said I was lovely in my white dress, and that I looked like a
little princess.
SOLNESS.
I have no doubt you did, Miss Wangel.--And besides--I was feeling so
buoyant and free that day---
HILDA.
And then you said that when I grew up I should be your princess.
SOLNESS.
[Laughing a little.] Dear, dear--did I say that too?
HILDA.
Yes, you did. And when I asked how long I should have to wait, you
said that you would come again in ten years--like a troll--and carry
me off--to Spain or some such place. And you promised you would buy
me a kingdom there.
SOLNESS.
[As before.] Yes, after a good dinner one doesn't haggle about the
halfpence. But did I really say all that?
HILDA.
[Laughs to herself.] Yes. And you told me, too, what the kingdom
was to be called.
SOLNESS.
Well, what was it?
HILDA.
It was to be called the kingdom of Orangia,* you said.
*In the original "Appelsinia," "appelsin" meaning "orange."
SOLNESS.
Well, that was an appetising name.
HILDA.
No, I didn't like it a bit; for it seemed as though you wanted to
make game of me.
SOLNESS.
I am sure that cannot have been my intention.
HILDA.
No, I should hope not--considering what you did next---
SOLNESS.
What in the world did I do next?
HILDA.
Well, that's the finishing touch, if you have forgotten that too. I
should have thought no one could help remembering such a thing as that.
SOLNESS.
Yes, yes, just give me a hint, and then perhaps--- Well?
HILDA.
[Looks fixedly at him.] You came and kissed me, Mr. Solness.
SOLNESS.
[Open-mouthed.] _I_ did!
HILDA.
Yes, indeed you did. You took me in both your arms, and bent my
head back, and kissed me--many times.
SOLNESS.
Now really, my dear Miss Wangel---!
HILDA.
[Rises.] You surely cannot mean to deny it?
SOLNESS.
Yes, I do. I deny it altogether!
HILDA.
[Looks scornfully at him.] Oh, indeed!
[She turns and goes slowly up to the stove, where she remains
standing motionless, her face averted from him, her hands
behind her back. Short pause.
SOLNESS.
[Goes cautiously up behind her.] Miss Wangel---!
HILDA.
[Is silent and does not move.]
SOLNESS.
Don't stand there like a statue. You must have dreamt all this.
[Lays his hand on her arm.] Now just listen---
HILDA.
[Makes an impatient movement with her arm.]
SOLNESS.
[As a thought flashes upon him.] Or---! Wait a moment! There is
something under all this, you may depend!
HILDA.
[Does not move.]
SOLNESS.
[In a low voice, but with emphasis.] I must have thought all that.
I must have wished it--have willed it--have longed to do it. And
then---. May not that be the explanation.
HILDA.
[Is still silent.]
SOLNESS.
[Impatiently.] Oh very well, deuce take it all--then I did do it,
I suppose.
HILDA.
[Turns her head a little, but without looking at him.] Then you
admit it now?
SOLNESS.
Yes--whatever you like.
HILDA.
You came and put your arms round me?
SOLNESS.
Oh yes!
HILDA.
And bent my head back?
SOLNESS.
Very far back.
HILDA.
And kissed me?
SOLNESS.
Yes, I did.
HILDA.
Many times?
SOLNESS.
As many as ever you like.
HILDA.
[Turns quickly toward him and has once more the sparkling expression
of gladness in her eyes.] Well, you see, I got it out of you at last!
SOLNESS.
[With a slight smile.] Yes--just think of my forgetting such a thing
as that.
HILDA.
[Again a little sulky, retreats from him.] Oh, you have kissed so
many people in your time, I suppose.
SOLNESS.
No, you mustn't think that of me. [HILDA seats herself in the arm-
chair. SOLNESS stands and leans against the rocking-chair. Looks
observantly at her.] Miss Wangel!
HILDA.
Yes!
SOLNESS.
How was it now? What came of all this--between us two.
HILDA.
Why, nothing more came of it. You know that quite well. For then
the other guests came in, and then--bah!
SOLNESS.
Quite so! The others came in. To think of my forgetting that too!
HILDA.
Oh, you haven't really forgotten anything: you are only a little
ashamed of it all. I am sure one doesn't forget things of that kind.
SOLNESS.
No, one would suppose not.
HILDA.
[Lively again, looks at him.] Perhaps you have even forgotten what
day it was?
SOLNESS.
What day---?
HILDA.
Yes, on what day did you hang the wreath on the tower? Well? Tell
me at once!
SOLNESS.
H'm--I confess I have forgotten the particular day. I only know it
was ten years ago. Some time in autumn.
HILDA.
[Nods her head slowly several times.] It was ten years ago--on the
19th of September.
SOLNESS.
Yes, it must have been about that time. Fancy your remembering that
too! [Stops.] But wait a moment---! Yes--it's the 19th of September
today.
HILDA.
Yes, it is; and the ten years are gone. And you didn't come--as you
had promised me.
SOLNESS.
Promised you? Threatened, I suppose you mean?
HILDA.
I don't think there was any sort of threat in that.
SOLNESS.
Well then, a little bit of fun.
HILDA.
Was that all you wanted? To make fun of me?
SOLNESS.
Well, or to have a little joke with you. Upon my soul, I don't
recollect. But it must have been something of that kind; for you
were a mere child then.
HILDA.
Oh, perhaps I wasn't quite such a child either. Not such a mere chit
as you imagine.
SOLNESS.
[Looks searchingly at her.] Did you really and seriously expect me
to come again?
HILDA.
[Conceals a half-teasing smile.] Yes, indeed! I did expect that
of you.
SOLNESS.
That I should come back to your home, and take you away with me?
HILDA.
Just like a troll--yes.
SOLNESS.
And make a princess of you?
HILDA.
That's what you promised.
SOLNESS.
And give you a kingdom as well?
HILDA.
[Looks up at the ceiling.] Why not? Of course it need not have been
an actual, every-day sort of a kingdom.
SOLNESS.
But something else just as good?
HILDA.
Yes, at least as good. [Looks at him a moment.] I thought, if you
could build the highest church-towers in the world, you could surely
manage to raise a kingdom of one sort or another as well.
SOLNESS.
[Shakes his head.] I can't quite make you out, Miss Wangel.
HILDA.
Can you not? To me it seems all so simple.
SOLNESS.
No, I can't make up my mind whether you mean all you say, or are simply
having a joke with me.
HILDA.
[Smiles.] Making fun of you, perhaps? I, too?
SOLNESS.
Yes, exactly. Making fun--of both of us. [Looks at her.] Is it long
since you found out that I was married?
HILDA.
I have know it all along. Why do you ask me that?
SOLNESS.
[Lightly.] Oh, well, it just occurred to me. [Looks earnestly at
her, and says in a low voice.] What have you come for?
HILDA.
I want my kingdom. The time is up.
SOLNESS.
[Laughs involuntarily.] What a girl you are!
HILDA.
[Gaily.] Out with my kingdom, Mr. Solness! [Raps with her fingers.]
The kingdom on the table!
SOLNESS.
[Pushing the rocking-chair nearer and sitting down.] Now, seriously
speaking--what have you come for? What do you really want to do here?
HILDA.
Oh, first of all, I want to go round and look at all the things that
you have built.
SOLNESS.
That will give you plenty of exercise.
HILDA.
Yes, I know you have built a tremendous lot.
SOLNESS.
I have indeed--especially of late years.
HILDA.
Many church-towers among the rest? Immensely high ones?
SOLNESS.
No. I build no more church-towers now. Nor churches either.
HILDA.
What do you build then?
SOLNESS.
Homes for human beings.
HILDA.
[Reflectively.] Couldn't you build a little--a little bit of a
church-tower over these homes as well?
SOLNESS.
[Starting.] What do you mean by that?
HILDA.
I mean--something that points--points up into the free air. With the
vane at a dizzy height.
SOLNESS.
[Pondering a little.] Strange that you should say that--for that is
just what I am most anxious to do.
HILDA.
[Impatiently.] Why don't you do it, then?
SOLNESS.
[Shakes his head.] No, the people will not have it.
HILDA.
Fancy their not wanting it!
SOLNESS.
[More lightly.] But now I am building a new home for myself--just
opposite here.
HILDA.
For yourself?
SOLNESS.
Yes. It is almost finished. And on that there is a tower.
HILDA.
A high tower?
SOLNESS.
Yes.
HILDA.
Very high?
SOLNESS.
No doubt people will say it is too high--too high for a dwelling-house.
HILDA.
I'll go out to look at that tower first thing to-morrow morning.
SOLNESS.
[Sits resting his cheek on his hand, and gazes at her.] Tell me, Miss
Wangel--what is your name? Your Christian name, I mean.
HILDA.
Why, Hilda, of course.
SOLNESS.
[As before.] Hilda? Indeed?
HILDA.
Don't you remember that? You called me Hilda yourself--that day when
you misbehaved.
SOLNESS.
Did I really.
HILDA.
But then you said "little Hilda"; and I didn't like that.
SOLNESS.
Oh, you didn't like that, Miss Hilda?
HILDA.
No, not at such a time as that. But--"Princess Hilda"--that will
sound very well, I think.
SOLNESS.
Very well indeed. Princess Hilda of--of--what was to be the name of
the kingdom?
HILDA.
Pooh! I won't have anything to do with that stupid kingdom. I have
set my heart upon quite a different one!
SOLNESS.
[Has leaned back in the chair, still gazing at her.] Isn't it
strange---? The more I think of it now, the more it seems to me
as though I had gone about all these years torturing myself with--
h'm---
HILDA.
With what?
SOLNESS.
With the effort to recover something--some experience, which I
seemed to have forgotten. But I never had the least inkling of
what it could be.
HILDA.
You should have tied a knot in your pocket-handkerchief, Mr. Solness.
SOLNESS.
In that case, I should simply have had to go racking my brains to
discover what the knot could mean.
HILDA.
Oh yes, I suppose there are trolls of that kind in the world, too.
SOLNESS.
[Rises slowly.] What a good thing it is that you have come to me now.
HILDA.
[Looks deeply into his eyes.] Is it a good thing!
SOLNESS.
For I have been so lonely here. I have been gazing so helplessly at
it all. [In a lower voice.] I must tell you--I have begun to be
afraid of the younger generation.
HILDA.
[With a little snort of contempt.] Pooh--is the younger generation
something to be afraid of?
SOLNESS.
It is indeed. And that is why I have locked and barred myself in.
[Mysteriously.] I tell you the younger generation will one day come
and thunder at my door! They will break in upon me!
HILDA.
Then I should say you ought to go out and open the door to the
younger generation.
SOLNESS.
Open the door?
HILDA.
Yes. Let them come in to you on friendly terms, as it were.
SOLNESS.
No, no, no! The younger generation--it means retribution, you see.
It comes, as if under a new banner, heralding the turn of fortune.
HILDA.
[Rises, looks at him, and says with a quivering twitch of her lips.]
Can _I_ be of any use to you, Mr. Solness?
SOLNESS.
Yes, you can indeed! For you, too, come--under a new banner it seems
to me. You marshalled against youth---!
DR. HERDAL comes in by the hall-door.
DR. HERDAL.
What--you and Miss Wangel here still?
SOLNESS.
Yes. We have had no end of things to talk about.
HILDA.
Both old and new.
DR. HERDAL.
Have you really?
HILDA.
Oh, it has been the greatest fun. For Mr. Solness--he has such
a miraculous memory. All the least little details he remembers
instantly.
MRS. SOLNESS enters by the door on the right.
MRS. SOLNESS.
Well, Miss Wangel, your room is quite ready for you now.
HILDA.
Oh, how kind you are to me!
SOLNESS.
[To MRS. SOLNESS.] The nursery?
MRS. SOLNESS.
Yes, the middle one. But first let us go in to supper.
SOLNESS.
[Nods to HILDA.] Hilda shall sleep in the nursery, she shall.
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Looks at him.] Hilda?
SOLNESS.
Yes, Miss Wangel's name is Hilda. I knew her when she was a child.
MRS. SOLNESS.
Did you really, Halvard? Well, shall we go?
[She takes DR. HERDAL's arm and goes out with him to the
right. HILDA has meanwhile been collecting her travelling
things.
HILDA.
[Softly and rapidly to SOLNESS.] Is it true, what you said? Can I
be of use to you?
SOLNESS.
[Takes the things from her.] You are the very being I have needed
most.
HILDA.
[Looks at him with happy, wondering eyes and clasps her hands.] But
then, great heavens---!
SOLNESS.
[Eagerly.] What---?
HILDA.
Then I have my kingdom!
SOLNESS.
[Involuntarily.] Hilda---!
HILDA.
[Again with the quivering twitch of her lips.] Almost--I was going
to say.
[She goes out to the right, SOLNESS follows her.
ACT SECOND.
A prettily furnished small drawing-room in SOLNESS'S house.
In the back, a glass-door leading out to the verandah and
garden. The right-hand corner is cut off transversely by
a large bay-window, in which are flower-stands. The left-
hand corner is similarly cut off by a transverse wall, in
which is a small door papered like the wall. On each side,
an ordinary door. In front, on the right, a console table
with a large mirror over it. Well-filled stands of plants
and flowers. In front, on the left, a sofa with a table
and chairs. Further back, a bookcase. Well forward in the
room, before the bay window, a small table and some chairs.
It is early in the day.
SOLNESS sits by the little table with RAGNAR BROVIK'S
portfolio open in front of him. He is turning the drawings
over and closely examining some of them. MRS. SOLNESS moves
about noiselessly with a small watering-pot, attending to her
flowers. She is dressed in black as before. Her hat, cloak
and parasol lie on a chair near the mirror. Unobserved by her,
SOLNESS now and again follows her with his eyes. Neither of
them speaks.
KAIA FOSLI enters quietly by the door on the left.
SOLNESS.
[Turns his head, and says in an off-hand tone of indifference:] Well,
is that you?
KAIA.
I merely wished to let you know that I have come.
SOLNESS.
Yes, yes, that's all right. Hasn't Ragnar come too?
KAIA.
No, not yet. He had to wait a little while to see the doctor. But
he is coming presently to hear---
SOLNESS.
How is the old man to-day?
KAIA.
Not well. He begs you to excuse him; he is obliged to keep his bed
to-day.
SOLNESS.
Why, of course; by all means let him rest. But now, get to your work.
KAIA.
Yes. [Pauses at the door.] Do you wish to speak to Ragnar when he
comes?
SOLNESS.
No--I don't know that I have anything particular to say to him.
[KAIA goes out again to the left. SOLNESS remains seated,
turning over the drawings.
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Over beside the plants.] I wonder if he isn't going to die now,
as well?
SOLNESS.
[Looks up at her.] As well as who?
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Without answering.] Yes, yes--depend upon it, Halvard, old Brovik
is going to die too. You'll see that he will.
SOLNESS.
My dear Aline, ought you not to go out for a little walk?
MRS. SOLNESS.
Yes, I suppose I ought to.
[She continues to attend the flowers.
SOLNESS.
[Bending over the drawings.] Is she still asleep?
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Looking at him.] Is it Miss Wangel you are sitting there thinking
about?
SOLNESS.
[Indifferently.] I just happened to recollect her.
MRS. SOLNESS.
Miss Wangle was up long ago.
SOLNESS.
Oh, was she?
MRS. SOLNESS.
When I went in to see her, she was busy putting her things in order.
[She goes in front of the mirror and slowly begins to put on
her hat.
SOLNESS.
[After a short pause.] So we have found a use for one our nurseries
after all, Aline.
MRS. SOLNESS.
Yes, we have.
SOLNESS.
That seems to me better than to have them all standing empty.
MRS. SOLNESS.
That emptiness is dreadful; you are right there.
SOLNESS.
[Closes the portfolio, rises and approaches her.] You will find that
we shall get on far better after this, Aline. Things will be more
comfortable. Life will be easier--especially for you.
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Looks at him.] After this?
SOLNESS.
Yes, believe me, Aline---
MRS. SOLNESS.
Do you mean--because she has come here?
SOLNESS.
[Checking himself.] I mean, of course--when once we have moved into
the new home.
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Takes her cloak.] Ah, do you think so, Halvard? Will it be better
then?
SOLNESS.
I can't think otherwise. And surely you think so too?
MRS. SOLNESS.
I think nothing at all about the new house.
SOLNESS.
[Cast down.] It's hard for me to hear you say that; for you know it
is mainly for your sake that I have built it.
[He offers to help her on with her cloak.
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Evades him.] The fact is, you do far too much for my sake.
SOLNESS.
[With a certain vehemence.] No, no, you really mustn't say that,
Aline! I cannot bear to hear you say such things!
MRS. SOLNESS.
Very well, then I won't say it, Halvard.
SOLNESS.
But I stick to what _I_ said. You'll see that things will be easier
for you in the new place.
MRS. SOLNESS.
Oh, heavens--easier for me---!
SOLNESS.
[Eagerly.] Yes, indeed they will! You may be quite sure of that!
For you see--there will be so very, very much there that will remind
you of your own home---
MRS. SOLNESS.
The home that used to be father's and mother's--and that was burnt
to the ground---
SOLNESS.
[In a low voice.] Yes, yes, my poor Aline. That was a terrible blow
for you.
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Breaking out in lamentation.] You may build as much as ever you
like, Halvard--you can never build up again a real home for me!
SOLNESS.
[Crosses the room.] Well, in Heaven's name, let us talk no more
about it then.
MRS. SOLNESS.
We are not in the habit of talking about it. For you always put the
thought away from you---
SOLNESS.
[Stops suddenly and looks at her.] Do I? And why should I do that?
Put the thought away from me?
MRS. SOLNESS.
Oh yes, Halvard, I understand you very well. You are so anxious to
spare me--and to find excuses for me too--as much as ever you can.
SOLNESS.
[With astonishment in his eyes.] You! Is it you--yourself, that
your are talking about, Aline?
MRS. SOLNESS.
Yes, who else should it be but myself?
SOLNESS.
[Involuntarily to himself.] That too!
MRS. SOLNESS.
As for the old house, I wouldn't mind so much about that. When once
misfortune was in the air--why---
SOLNESS.
Ah, you are right there. Misfortune will have its way--as the saying
goes.
MRS. SOLNESS.
But it's what came of the fire--the dreadful thing that followed---!
That is the thing! That, that, that!
SOLNESS.
[Vehemently.] Don't think about that, Aline!
MRS. SOLNESS.
Ah, that is exactly what I cannot help thinking about. And now, at
last, I must speak about it, too; for I don't seem to be able to
bear it any longer. And then never to be able to forgive myself---
SOLNESS.
[Exclaiming.] Yourself---!
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 God 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 assure 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.
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Feels blindly for a chair and sits down.] Halvard--for God's sake---
SOLNESS.
But you are wrong, both you and the doctor. I am not in the state
that you imagine.
[He walks up and down the room. MRS. SOLNESS follows him
anxiously with her eyes. Finally he goes up to her.
SOLNESS.
[Calmly.] In reality there is nothing whatever the matter with me.
MRS. SOLNESS.
No, there isn't, is there? But then what is it that troubles you so?
SOLNESS.
Why this, that I often feel ready to sink under this terrible burden
of debt---
MRS. SOLNESS.
Debt, do you say? But you owe no one anything, Halvard!
SOLNESS.
[Softly, with emotion.] I owe a boundless debt to you--to you--to
you, Aline.
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Rises slowly.] What is behind all this? You may just as well tell
me at once.
SOLNESS.
But there is nothing behind it! I have never done you any wrong--
not wittingly and willfully, at any rate. And yet--and yet it seems
as though a crushing debt rested upon me and weighed me down.
MRS. SOLNESS.
A debt to me?
SOLNESS.
Chiefly to you.
MRS. SOLNESS.
Then you are--ill after all, Halvard.
SOLNESS.
[Gloomily.] I suppose I must be--or not far from it. [Looks towards
the door to the right, which is opened at this moment.] Ah! now it
grows light.
HILDA WANGEL comes in. She has made some alteration in her
dress, and let down her skirt.
HILDA.
Good morning, Mr. Solness!
SOLNESS.
[Nods.] Slept well?
HILDA.
Quite deliciously! Like a child in a cradle. Oh--I lay and stretched
myself like--like a princess!
SOLNESS.
[Smiles a little.] You were thoroughly comfortable then?
HILDA.
I should think so.
SOLNESS.
And no doubt you dreamed, too.
HILDA.
Yes, I did. But that was horrid.
SOLNESS.
Was it?
HILDA.
Yes, for I dreamed I was falling over a frightfully high, sheer
precipice. Do you never have that kind of dream?
SOLNESS.
Oh yes--now and then---
HILDA.
It's tremendously thrilling--when you fall and fall---
SOLNESS.
It seems to make one's blood run cold.
HILDA.
Do you draw your legs up under you while you are falling?
SOLNESS.
Yes, as high as ever I can.
HILDA.
So do I.
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Takes her parasol.] I must go into town now, Halvard. [To HILDA.]
And I'll try to get one or two things that you may require.
HILDA.
[Making a motion to throw her arms round her neck.] Oh, you dear,
Mrs. Solness! You are really much too kind to me! Frightfully
kind---
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Deprecatingly, freeing herself.] Oh, not at all. It's only my duty,
so I am very glad to do it.
HILDA.
[Offended, pouts.] But really, I think I am quite fit to be seen in
the streets--now that I've put my dress to rights. Or do you think
I am not?
MRS. SOLNESS.
To tell you the truth, I think people would stare at you a little.
HILDA.
[Contemptuously.] Pooh! Is that all? That only amuses me.
SOLNESS.
[With suppressed ill-humour.] Yes, but people might take it into
their heads that you were mad too, you see.
HILDA.
Mad? Are there so many mad people here in town, then?
SOLNESS.
[Points to his own forehead.] Here you see one at all events.
HILDA.
You--Mr. Solness!
SOLNESS.
Have you not noticed that yet?
HILDA.
No, I certainly have not. [Reflects and laughs a little.] And yet--
perhaps in one single thing.
SOLNESS.
Ah, do you hear that, Aline?
MRS. SOLNESS.
What is that one single thing, Miss Wangel?
HILDA.
No, I won't say.
SOLNESS.
Oh yes, do!
HILDA.
No thank you--I am not so mad as that.
MRS. SOLNESS.
When you and Miss Wangel are alone, I daresay she will tell you,
Halvard.
SOLNESS.
Ah--you think she will?
MRS. SOLNESS.
Oh yes, certainly. For you have known her so well in the past. Ever
since she was a child--you tell me.
[She goes out by the door on the left.
HILDA.
[After a little while.] Does your wife dislike me very much?
SOLNESS.
Did you think you noticed anything of the kind?
HILDA.
Did you notice it yourself?
SOLNESS.
[Evasively.] Aline has become exceedingly shy with strangers of
late years.
HILDA.
Has she really?
SOLNESS.
But if only you could get to know her thoroughly---! Ah, she is so
good--so kind--so excellent a creature---
HILDA.
[Impatiently.] But if she is all that--what made her say that about
her duty?
SOLNESS.
Her duty?
HILDA.
She said that she would go out and buy something for me, because it
was her duty. Oh, I can't bear that ugly, horrid word!
SOLNESS.
Why not?
HILDA.
It sounds so could and sharp, and stinging. Duty--duty--duty. Don't
you think so, too? Doesn't it seem to sting you?
SOLNESS.
H'm--haven't thought much about it.
HILDA.
Yes, it does. And if she is so good--as you say she is--why should
she talk in that way?
SOLNESS.
But, good Lord, what would you have had her say, then?
HILDA.
She might have said she would do it because she had taken a
tremendous fancy to me. She might have said something like that--
something really warm and cordial, you understand.
SOLNESS.
[Looks at her.] Is that how you would like to have it?
HILDA.
Yes, precisely. [She wanders about the room, stops at the bookcase
and looks at the books.] What a lot of books you have.
SOLNESS.
Yes, I have got together a good many.
HILDA.
Do you read them all, too?
SOLNESS.
I used to try to. Do you read much?
HILDA.
No, never! I have given it up. For it all seems so irrelevant.
SOLNESS.
That is just my feeling.
[HILDA wanders about a little, stops at the small table, opens
the portfolio and turns over the contents.
HILDA.
Are all these your drawings yours?
SOLNESS.
No, they are drawn by a young man whom I employ to help me.
HILDA.
Some one you have taught?
SOLNESS.
Oh yes, no doubt he has learnt something from me, too.
HILDA.
[Sits down.] Then I suppose he is very clever. [Looks at a
drawing.] Isn't he?
SOLNESS.
Oh, he might be worse. For my purpose---
HILDA.
Oh yes--I'm sure he is frightfully clever.
SOLNESS.
Do you think you can see that in the drawings?
HILDA.
Pooh--these scrawlings! But if he has been learning from you---
SOLNESS.
Oh, so far as that goes---there are plenty of people here that have
learnt from me, and have come to little enough for all that.
HILDA.
[Looks at him and shakes her head.] No, I can't for the life of me
understand how you can be so stupid.
SOLNESS.
Stupid? Do you think I am so very stupid?
HILDA.
Yes, I do indeed. If you are content to go about here teaching all
these people---
SOLNESS.
[With a slight start.] Well, and why not?
HILDA.
[Rises, half serious, half laughing.] No indeed, Mr. Solness! What
can be the good of that? No one but you should be allowed to build.
You should stand quite alone--do it all yourself. Now you know it.
SOLNESS.
[Involuntarily.] Hilda---!
HILDA.
Well!
SOLNESS.
How in the world did that come into your head?
HILDA.
Do you think I am so very far wrong then?
SOLNESS.
No, that's not what I mean. But now I'll tell you something.
HILDA.
Well?
SOLNESS.
I keep on--incessantly--in silence and alone--brooding on that very
thought.
HILDA.
Yes, that seems to me perfectly natural.
SOLNESS.
[Looks somewhat searchingly at her.] Perhaps you have noticed it
already?
HILDA.
No, indeed I haven't.
SOLNESS.
But just now--when you said you thought I was--off my balance? In
one thing, you said---
HILDA.
Oh, I was thinking of something quite different.
SOLNESS.
What was it?
HILDA.
I am not going to tell you.
SOLNESS.
[Crosses the room.] Well, well--as you please. [Stops at the bow-
window.] Come here, and I will show you something.
HILDA.
[Approaching.] What is it?
SOLNESS.
Do you see over here in the garden---?
HILDA.
Yes?
SOLNESS.
[Points.] Right above the great quarry---?
HILDA.
That new house, you mean?
SOLNESS.
The one that is being built, yes. Almost finished.
HILDA.
It seems to have a very high tower.
SOLNESS.
The scaffolding is still up.
HILDA.
Is that your new house?
SOLNESS.
Yes.
HILDA.
The house you are soon going to move into?
SOLNESS.
Yes.
HILDA.
[Looks at him.] Are there nurseries in that house, too?
SOLNESS.
Three, as there are here.
HILDA.
And no child.
SOLNESS.
And there never will be one.
HILDA.
[With a half-smile.] Well, isn't it just as I said---?
SOLNESS.
That---?
HILDA.
That you are a little--a little mad after all.
SOLNESS.
Was that what you were thinking of?
HILDA.
Yes, of all the empty nurseries I slept in.
SOLNESS.
[Lowers his voice.] We have had children--Aline and I.
HILDA.
[Looks eagerly at him.] Have you---?
SOLNESS.
Two little boys. They were of the same age.
HILDA.
Twins, then.
SOLNESS.
Yes, twins. It's eleven or twelve years ago now.
HILDA.
[Cautiously.] And so both of them---? You have lost both the
twins, then?
SOLNESS.
[With quiet emotion.] We kept them only about three weeks. Or
scarcely so much. [Bursts forth.] Oh, Hilda, I can't tell you
what a good thing it is for me that you have come! For now at
last I have some one to talk to!
HILDA.
Can you not talk to--her, too?
SOLNESS.
Not about this. Not as I want to talk and must talk. [Gloomily.]
And not about so many other things, either.
HILDA.
[In a subdued voice.] Was that all you meant when you said you
need me?
SOLNESS.
That was mainly what I meant--at all events, yesterday. For to-day
I am not so sure--[Breaking off.] Come here and let us sit down,
Hilda. Sit there on the sofa--so that you can look into the garden.
[HILDA seats herself in the corner of the sofa. SOLNESS brings a
chair closer.] Should you like to hear about it?
HILDA.
Yes, I shall love to sit and listen to you.
SOLNESS.
[Sits down.] Then I will tell you all about it.
HILDA.
Now I can see both the garden and you, Mr. Solness. So now, tell
away! Begin!
SOLNESS.
[Points towards the bow-window.] Out there on the rising ground--
where you see the new house---
HILDA.
Yes?
SOLNESS.
Aline and I lived there in the first years of our married life.
There was an old house up there that had belonged to her mother;
and we inherited it, and the whole of the great garden with it.
HILDA.
Was there a tower on that house, too?
SOLNESS.
No, nothing of the kind. From the outside it looked like a great,
dark, ugly wooden box; but all the same, it was snug and comfortable
enough inside.
HILDA.
Then did you pull down the ramshackle old place?
SOLNESS.
No, it was burnt down.
HILDA.
The whole of it?
SOLNESS.
Yes.
HILDA.
Was that a great misfortune for you?
SOLNESS.
That depends on how you look at it. As a builder, the fire was the
making of me---
HILDA.
Well, but---
SOLNESS.
It was just after the birth of the two little boys---
HILDA.
The poor little twins, yes.
SOLNESS.
They came healthy and bonny into the world. And they were growing
too--you could see the difference day to day.
HILDA.
Little children do grow quickly at first.
SOLNESS.
It was the prettiest sight in the world to see Aline lying with the
two of them in her arms.--But then came the night of the fire---
HILDA.
[Excitedly.] What happened? Do tell me! Was any one burnt?
SOLNESS.
No, not that. Every one got safe and sound out of the house---
HILDA.
Well, and what then---?
SOLNESS.
The fright had shaken Aline terribly. The alarm--the escape--the
break-neck hurry--and then the ice-cold night air--for they had to
be carried out just as they lay--both she and the little ones.
HILDA.
Was it too much for them?
SOLNESS.
Oh no, they stood it well enough. But Aline fell into a fever, and
it affected her milk. She would insist on nursing them herself;
because it was her duty, she said. And both our little boys, they--
[Clenching his hands.]--they--oh!
HILDA.
They did not get over that?
SOLNESS.
No, that they did not get over. That was how we lost them.
HILDA.
It must have been terribly hard for you.
SOLNESS.
Hard enough for me; but ten time harder for Aline. [Clenching his
hands in suppressed fury.] Oh, that such things should be allowed
to happen here the world! [Shortly and firmly.] From the day I
lost them, I had no heart for building churches.
HILDA.
Did you not like building the church-tower in our town?
SOLNESS.
I didn't like it. I know how free and happy I felt when that tower
was finished.
HILDA.
_I_ know that, too.
SOLNESS.
And now I shall never--never build anything of that sort again!
Neither churches nor church-towers.
HILDA.
[Nods slowly.] Nothing but houses for people to live in.
SOLNESS.
Homes for human beings, Hilda.
HILDA.
But homes with high towers and pinnacles upon them.
SOLNESS.
If possible. [Adopts a lighter tone.] But, as I said before, that
fire was the making of me--as a builder, I mean.
HILDA.
Why don't you call yourself an architect, like the others?
SOLNESS.
I have not been systematically enough taught for that. Most of what
I know I have found out for myself.
HILDA.
But you succeeded all the same.
SOLNESS.
Yes, thanks to the fire. I laid out almost the whole of the garden
in villa lots; and there I was able to build after my own heart. So
I came to the front with a rush.
HILDA.
[Looks keenly at him.] You must surely be a very happy man, as
matters stand with you.
SOLNESS.
[Gloomily.] Happy? Do you say that, too--like all the rest of them?
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.
What would you call it, then?
SOLNESS.
[Rises.] Well, well, perhaps you are right. [Vehemently.] But how
can I help turning into a troll, when this is how it always goes with
me in everything--in everything!
HILDA.
How do you mean?
SOLNESS.
[Speaking low, with inward emotion.] Mark what I say to you, Hilda.
All that I have succeeded in doing, building, creating--all the
beauty, security, cheerful comfort--ay, and magnificence too--
[Clenches his hands.] Oh, is it not terrible even to think of---?
HILDA.
What is so terrible?
SOLNESS.
That all this I have to make up for, to pay for--not in money, but
in human happiness. And not with my own happiness only, but with
other people's too. Yes, yes, do you see that, Hilda? That is the
price which my position as an artist has cost me--and others. And
every single day I have to look on while the price is paid for me
anew. Over again, and over again--and over again for ever!
HILDA.
[Rises and looks steadily at him.] Now I can see that you are
thinking of--of her.
SOLNESS.
Yes, mainly of Aline. For Aline--she, too, had her vocation in life,
just as much as I had mine. [His voice quivers.] But her vocation
has had to be stunted, and crushed, and shattered--in order that mine
might force its way to--to a sort of great victory. For you must
know that Aline--she, too, had a talent for building.
HILDA.
She! For building?
SOLNESS.
[Shakes his head.] Not houses and towers, and spires--not such things
as I work away at---
HILDA.
Well, but what then?
SOLNESS.
[Softly, with emotion.] For building up the souls of little children,
Hilda. For building up children's souls in perfect balance, and in
noble and beautiful forms. For enabling them to soar up into erect
and full-grown human souls. That was Aline's talent. And there it
all lies now--unused and unusable for ever--of no earthly service
to any one--just like the ruins left by a fire.
HILDA.
Yes, but even if this were so---?
SOLNESS.
It is so! It is so! I know it!
HILDA.
Well, but in any case it is not your fault.
SOLNESS.
[Fixes his eyes on her, and nods slowly.] Ah, that is the great, the
terrible question. That is the doubt that is gnawing me--night and
day.
HILDA.
That?
SOLNESS.
Yes. Suppose the fault was mine--in a certain sense.
HILDA.
Your fault! The fire!
SOLNESS.
All of it; the whole thing. And yet, perhaps--I may not have had
anything to do with it.
HILDA.
[Looks at him with a troubled expression.] Oh, Mr. Solness--if you
can talk like that, I am afraid you must be--ill after all.
SOLNESS.
H'm--I don't think I shall ever be of quite sound mind on that point.
RAGNAR BROVIK cautiously opens the little door in the left-
hand corner. HILDA comes forward.
RAGNAR.
[When he sees Hilda.] Oh. I beg pardon, Mr. Solness--- [He makes
a movement to withdraw.
SOLNESS.
No, no, don't go. Let us get it over.
RAGNAR.
Oh, yes--if only we could.
SOLNESS.
I hear your father is no better?
RAGNAR.
Father is fast growing weaker--and therefore I beg and implore you
to write a few kind words for me on one of the plans! Something for
father to read before he---
SOLNESS.
[Vehemently.] I won't hear anything more about those drawings of
yours!
RAGNAR.
Have you looked at them?
SOLNESS.
Yes--I have.
RAGNAR.
And they are good for nothing? And _I_ am good for nothing, too?
SOLNESS.
[Evasively.] Stay here with me, Ragnar. You shall have everything
your own way. And then you can marry Kaia, and live at your ease--
and happily too, who knows? Only don't think of building on your
own account.
RAGNAR.
Well, well, then I must go home and tell father what you say--I
promised I would.--Is this what I am to tell father--before he dies?
SOLNESS.
[With a groan.] Oh tell him--tell him what you will, for me. Best
to say nothing at all to him! [With a sudden outburst.] I cannot do
anything else, Ragnar!
RAGNAR.
May I have the drawings to take with me?
SOLNESS.
Yes, take them--take them by all means! They are lying there on the
table.
RAGNAR.
[Goes to the table.] Thanks.
HILDA.
[Puts her hand on the portfolio.] No, no; leave them here.
SOLNESS.
Why?
HILDA.
Because I want to look at them, too.
SOLNESS.
But you have been--- [To RAGNAR.] Well, leave them here, then.
RAGNAR.
Very well.
SOLNESS.
And go home at once to your father.
RAGNAR.
Yes, I suppose I must.
SOLNESS.
[As if in desperation.] Ragnar--you must not ask me to do what is
beyond my power! Do you hear, Ragnar? You must not!
RAGNAR.
No, no. I beg you pardon---
[He bows, and goes out by the corner door. HILDA goes over and
sits down on a chair near the mirror.
HILDA.
[Looks angrily at SOLNESS.] That was a very ugly thing to do.
SOLNESS.
Do you think so, too?
HILDA.
Yes, it was horribly ugly--and hard and bad and cruel as well.
SOLNESS.
Oh, you don't understand my position.
HILDA.
No matter---. I say you ought not to be like that.
SOLNESS.
You said yourself, only just now, that no one but _I_ ought to be
allowed to build.
HILDA.
_I_ may say such things--but you must not.
SOLNESS.
I most of all, surely, who have paid so dear for my position.
HILDA.
Oh yes--with what you call domestic comfort--and that sort of thing.
SOLNESS.
And with my peace of soul into the bargain.
HILDA.
[Rising.] Peace of soul! [With feeling.] Yes, yes, you are right
in that! Poor Mr. Solness--you fancy that---
SOLNESS.
[With a quiet, chuckling laugh.] Just sit down again, Hilda, and
I'll tell you something funny.
HILDA.
[Sits down; with intent interest.] Well?
SOLNESS.
It sounds such a ludicrous little thing; for, you see, the whole
story turns upon nothing but a crack in the chimney.
HILDA.
No more than that?
SOLNESS.
No, not to begin with.
[He moves a chair nearer to HILDA and sits down.
HILDA.
[Impatiently, taps on her knee.] Well, now for the crack in the
chimney!
SOLNESS.
I had noticed the split in the flue long, long before the fire.
Every time I went up into the attic, I looked to see if it was
still there.
HILDA.
And it was?
SOLNESS.
Yes; for no one else knew about it.
HILDA.
And you said nothing?
SOLNESS.
Nothing.
HILDA.
And did not think of repairing the flue either?
SOLNESS.
Oh yes, I thought about it--but never got any further. Every time
I intended to set to work, it seemed just as if a hand held me back.
Not to-day, I thought--to-morrow; and nothing ever came of it.
HILDA.
But why did you keep putting it off like that?
SOLNESS.
Because I was revolving something in my mind. [Slowly, and in a low
voice.] Through that little black crack in the chimney, I might,
perhaps, force my way upwards--as a builder.
HILDA.
[Looking straight in front of her.] That must have been thrilling.
SOLNESS.
Almost irresistible--quite irresistible. For at that time it
appeared to me a perfectly simple and straightforward matter. I
would have had it happen in the winter-time--a little before midday.
I was to be out driving Aline in the sleigh. The servants at home
would have made huge fires in the stoves.
HILDA.
For, of course, it was to be bitterly cold that day?
SOLNESS.
Rather biting, yes--and they would want Aline to find it thoroughly
snug and warm when she came home.
HILDA.
I suppose she is very chilly by nature?
SOLNESS.
She is. And as we drove home, we were to see the smoke.
HILDA.
Only the smoke?
SOLNESS.
The smoke first. But when we came up to the garden gate, the whole
of the old timber-box was to be a rolling mass of flames.--That is
how I wanted it to be, you see.
HILDA.
Oh, why, why could it not have happened so!
SOLNESS.
You may well say that, Hilda.
HILDA.
Well, but now listen, Mr. Solness. Are you perfectly certain that
the fire was caused by that little crack in the chimney!
SOLNESS.
No, on the contrary--I am perfectly certain that the crack in the
chimney had nothing whatever to do with the fire.
HILDA.
What!
SOLNESS.
It has been clearly ascertained that the fire broke out in a clothes-
cupboard--in a totally different part of the house.
HILDA.
Then what is all this nonsense you are talking about the crack in
the chimney!
SOLNESS.
May I go on talking to you a little, Hilda?
HILDA.
Yes, if you'll only talk sensibly---
SOLNESS.
I will try to. [He moves his chair nearer.
HILDA.
Out with it, then, Mr. Solness.
SOLNESS.
[Confidentially.] Don't you agree with me, Hilda, that there exist
special, chosen people who have been endowed with the power and
faculty if desiring a thing, craving for a thing, willing a thing--
so persistently and so--so inexorably--that at last it has to happen?
Don't you believe that?
HILDA.
[With an indefinable expression in her eyes.] If that is so, we
shall see, one of these days, whether _I_ am one of the chosen.
SOLNESS.
It is not one's self alone that can do such great things. Oh, no--
the helpers and the servers--they must do their part too, if it is
to be of any good. But they never come of themselves. One has to
call upon them very persistently--inwardly, you understand.
HILDA.
What are these helpers and servers?
SOLNESS.
Oh, we can talk about that some other time. For the present, let us
keep to this business of the fire.
HILDA.
Don't you think that fire would have happened all the same--even
without your wishing for it?
SOLNESS.
If the house had been old Knut Brovik's, it would never have burnt
down so conveniently for him. I am sure of that; for he does not
know how to call for the helpers--no, nor for the servers, either.
[Rises in unrest.] So you see, Hilda--it is my fault, after all,
that the lives of the two little boys had to be sacrificed. And do
you think it is not my fault, too, that Aline has never been the
woman she should and might have been--and that she most longed to be?
HILDA.
Yes, but if it is all the work of these helpers and servers---?
SOLNESS.
Who called for the helpers and servers? It was I! And they came
and obeyed my will. [In increasing excitement.] That is what people
call having the luck on your side; but I must tell you what this
sort of luck feels like! It feels like a great raw place here on
my breast. And the helpers and servers keep on flaying pieces of
skin off other people in order to close my sore!--But still the sore
is not healed--never, never! Oh, if you knew how it can sometimes
gnaw and burn!
HILDA.
[Looks attentively at him.] You are ill, Mr. Solness. Very ill, I
almost think.
SOLNESS.
Say mad; for that is what you mean.
HILDA.
No, I don't think there is much amiss with your intellect.
SOLNESS.
With what then? Out with it!
HILDA.
I wonder whether you were not sent into the world with a sickly
conscience.
SOLNESS.
A sickly conscience? What devilry is that?
HILDA.
I mean that your conscience is feeble--too delicately built, as it
were--hasn't strength to take a grip of things--to lift and bear
what is heavy.
SOLNESS.
[Growls.] H'm! May I ask, then, what sort of a conscience one ought
to have?
HILDA.
I should like your conscience to be--to be thoroughly robust.
SOLNESS.
Indeed? Robust, eh? Is your own conscience robust, may I ask?
HILDA.
Yes, I think it is. I have never noticed that it wasn't.
SOLNESS.
It has not been put very severely to the test, I should think.
HILDA.
[With a quivering of the lips.] Oh, it was no such simple matter to
leave father--I am so awfully fond of him.
SOLNESS.
Dear me! for a month or two---
HILDA.
I think I shall never go home again.
SOLNESS.
Never? Then why did you leave him?
HILDA.
[Half-seriously, half-banteringly.] Have you forgotten again that
the ten year are up?
SOLNESS.
Oh nonsense. Was anything wrong at home? Eh?
HILDA.
[Quite seriously.] It was this impulse within me that urged and
goaded me to come--and lured and drew me on, as well.
SOLNESS.
[Eagerly.] There we have it! There we have it, Hilda! There is
the troll in you too, as in me. For it's the troll in one, you
see--it is that that calls to the powers outside us. And then you
must give in--whether you will or no.
HILDA.
I almost think you are right, Mr. Solness.
SOLNESS.
[Walks about the room.] Oh, there are devils innumerable abroad in
the world, Hilda, that one never sees.
HILDA.
Devils, too?
SOLNESS.
[Stops.] Good devils and bad devils; light-haired devils and black-
haired devils. If only you could always tell whether it is the light
or dark ones that have got hold of you! [Paces about.] Ho-ho! Then
it would be simple enough!
HILDA.
[Follows him with her eyes.] Or if one had a really vigorous,
radiantly healthy conscience--so that one dared to do what one
would.
SOLNESS.
[Stops beside the console table.] I believe, now, that most people
are just as puny creatures as I am in that respect.
HILDA.
I shouldn't wonder.
SOLNESS.
[Leaning against the table.] In the sagas---. Have you read any
of the old sagas?
HILDA.
Oh yes! When I used to read books, I---
SOLNESS.
In the sagas you read about vikings, who sailed to foreign lands, and
plundered and burned and killed men---
HILDA.
And carried off women---
SOLNESS.
---and kept them in captivity---
HILDA.
---took them home in their ships---
SOLNESS.
---and behaved to them like--like the very worst of trolls.
HILDA.
[Looks straight before her, with a half-veiled look.] I think that
must have been thrilling.
SOLNESS.
[With a short, deep laugh.] To carry off women, eh?
HILDA.
To be carried off.
SOLNESS.
[Looks at her a moment.] Oh, indeed.
HILDA.
[As if breaking the thread of the conversation.] But what made you
speak of these vikings, Mr. Solness?
SOLNESS.
Why, those fellows must have had robust consciences, if you like!
When they got home again, they could eat and drink, and be as happy
as children. And the women, too! They often would not leave them
on any account. Can you understand that, Hilda?
HILDA.
Those women I can understand exceedingly well.
SOLNESS.
Oho! Perhaps you could do the same yourself?
HILDA.
Why not?
SOLNESS.
Live--of your own free will--with a ruffian like that?
HILDA.
If it was a ruffian I had come to love---
SOLNESS.
Could you come to love a man like that?
HILDA.
Good heavens, you know very well one can't choose whom one is going
to love.
SOLNESS.
[Looks meditatively at her.] Oh no, I suppose it is the troll within
one that's responsible for that.
HILDA.
[Half-laughing.] And all those blessed devils, that you know so
well--both the light-haired and the dark-haired ones.
SOLNESS.
[Quietly and warmly.] Then I hope with all my heart that the devils
will choose carefully for you, Hilda.
HILDA.
For me they have chosen already--once and for all.
SOLNESS.
[Looks earnestly at her.] Hilda--you are like a wild bird of the
woods.
HILDA.
Far from it. I don't hide myself away under the bushes.
SOLNESS.
No, no. There is rather something of the bird of prey in you.
HILDA.
That is nearer it--perhaps. [Very vehemently.] And why not a bird
of prey? Why should not _I_ go a-hunting--I, as well as the rest?
Carry off the prey I want--if only I can get my claws into it, and
do with it as I will.
SOLNESS.
Hilda--do you know what you are?
HILDA.
Yes, I suppose I am a strange sort of bird.
SOLNESS.
No. You are like a dawning day. When I look at you--I seem to be
looking towards the sunrise.
HILDA.
Tell me, Mr. Solness--are you certain that you have never called me
to you? Inwardly, you know?
SOLNESS.
[Softly and slowly.] I almost think I must have.
HILDA.
What did you want with me?
SOLNESS.
You are the younger generation, Hilda.
HILDA.
[Smiles.] That younger generation that you are so afraid of?
SOLNESS.
[Nods slowly.] And which, in my heart, I yearn towards so deeply.
[HILDA rises, goes to the little table, and fetches RAGNAR
BROVIK'S portfolio.
HILDA.
[Holds out the portfolio to him.] We were talking of these drawings---
SOLNESS.
[Shortly, waving them away.] Put those things away! I have seen
enough of them.
HILDA.
Yes, but you have to write your approval on them.
SOLNESS.
Write my approval on them? Never!
HILDA.
But the poor old man is lying at death's door! Can't you give him
and his son this pleasure before they are parted? And perhaps he
might get the commission to carry them out, too.
SOLNESS.
Yes, that is just what he would get. He has made sure of that--has
my fine gentleman!
HILDA.
Then, good heavens--if that is so--can't you tell the least little
bit of a lie for once in a way?
SOLNESS.
A lie? [Raging.] Hilda--take those devil's drawings out of my sight!
HILDA.
[Draws the portfolio a little nearer to herself.] Well, well, well
--don't bite me.--You talk of trolls--but I think you go on like a
troll yourself. [Looks round.] Where do you keep your pen and ink?
SOLNESS.
There is nothing of the sort in here.
HILDA.
[Goes towards the door.] But in the office where that young lady
is---
SOLNESS.
Stay where you are, Hilda!--I ought to tell a lie, you say. Oh yes,
for the sake of his old father I might well do that--for in my time
I have crushed him, trodden him under foot---
HILDA.
Him, too?
SOLNESS.
I needed room for myself. But this Ragnar--he must on no account be
allowed to come to the front.
HILDA.
Poor fellow, there is surely no fear of that. If he has nothing in
him---
SOLNESS.
[Comes closer, looks at her, and whispers.] If Ragnar Brovik gets
his chance, he will strike me to the earth. Crush me--as I crushed
his father.
HILDA.
Crush you? Has he the ability for that?
SOLNESS.
Yes, you may depend upon it he has the ability! He is the younger
generation that stands ready to knock at my door--to make an end of
Halvard Solness.
HILDA.
[Looks at him with quiet reproach.] And yet you would bar him out.
Fie, Mr. Solness!
SOLNESS.
The fight I have been fighting has cost heart's blood enough.--And
I am afraid, too, that the helpers and servers will not obey me any
longer.
HILDA.
Then you must go ahead without them. There is nothing else for it.
SOLNESS.
It is hopeless, Hilda. The luck is bound to turn. A little sooner
or a little later. Retribution is inexorable.
HILDA.
[In distress, putting her hands over her ears.] Don't talk like
that! Do you want to kill me? To take from me what is more than
my life?
SOLNESS.
And what is that?
HILDA.
The longing to see you great. To see you, with a wreath in your
hand, high, high up upon a church-tower. [Calm again.] Come, out
with your pencil now. You must have a pencil about you?
SOLNESS.
[Takes out his pocket-book.] I have one here.
HILDA.
[Lays the portfolio on the sofa-table.] Very well. Now let us two
sit down here, Mr. Solness. [SOLNESS seats himself at the table.
HILDA stands behind him, leaning over the back of the chair.] And
now we well write on the drawings. We must write very, very nicely
and cordially--for this horrid Ruar--or whatever his name is.
SOLNESS.
[Writes a few words, turns his head and looks at her.] Tell me one
thing, Hilda.
HILDA.
Yes!
SOLNESS.
If you have been waiting for me all these ten years---
HILDA.
What then?
SOLNESS.
Why have you never written to me? Then I could have answered you.
HILDA.
[Hastily.] No, no, no! That was just what I did not want.
SOLNESS.
Why not?
HILDA.
I was afraid the whole thing might fall to pieces.--But we were
going to write on the drawings, Mr. Solness.
SOLNESS.
So we were.
HILDA.
[Bends forward and looks over his shoulder while he writes.] Mind
now, kindly and cordially! Oh how I hate--how I hate this Ruald---
SOLNESS.
[Writing.] Have you never really cared for any one, Hilda?
HILDA.
For any one else, I suppose you mean?
SOLNESS.
[Looks up at her.] For any one else, yes. Have you never? In all
these ten years? Never?
HILDA.
Oh yes, now and then. When I was perfectly furious with you for not
coming.
SOLNESS.
Then you did take an interest in other people, too?
HILDA.
A little bit--for a week or so. Good heavens, Mr. Solness, you
surely know how such things come about.
SOLNESS.
Hilda--what is it you have come for?
HILDA.
Don't waste time talking. The poor old man might go and die in the
meantime.
SOLNESS.
Answer me, Hilda. What do you want of me?
HILDA.
I want my kingdom.
SOLNESS.
H'm---
He gives a rapid glance toward the door on the left, and
then goes on writing on the drawings. At the same moment
MRS. SOLNESS enters.
MRS. SOLNESS.
Here are a few things I have got for you, Miss Wangel. The large
parcels will be sent later on.
HILDA.
Oh, how very, very kind of you!
MRS. SOLNESS.
Only my simple duty. Nothing more than that.
SOLNESS.
[Reading over what he has written.] Aline!
MRS. SOLNESS.
Yes?
SOLNESS.
Did you notice whether the--the book-keeper was out there?
MRS. SOLNESS.
Yes, of course, she was there.
SOLNESS.
[Puts the drawings in the portfolio.] H'm---
MRS. SOLNESS.
She was standing at the desk, as she always is--when _I_ go through
the room.
SOLNESS.
[Rises.] Then I'll give this to her and tell her that---
HILDA.
[Takes the portfolio from him.] Oh, no, let me have the pleasure of
doing that! [Goes to the door, but turns.] What is her name?
SOLNESS.
Her name is Miss Fosli.
HILDA.
Pooh, that sounds so cold! Her Christian name, I mean?
SOLNESS.
Kaia--I believe.
HILDA.
[Opens the door and calls out.] Kaia, come in here! Make haste!
Mr. Solness wants to speak to you.
KAIA FOSLI appears at the door.
KAIA.
[Looking at him in alarm.] Here I am---?
HILDA.
[Handing her the portfolio.] See her, Kaia! You can take this home;
Mr. Solness was written on them now.
KAIA.
Oh, at last!
SOLNESS.
Give them to the old man as soon as you can.
KAIA.
I will go straight home with them.
SOLNESS.
Yes, do. Now Ragnar will have a chance of building for himself.
KAIA.
Oh, may he come and thank you for all---?
SOLNESS.
[Harshly.] I won't have any thanks! Tell him that from me.
KAIA.
Yes, I will---
SOLNESS.
And tell him at the same time that henceforward I do not require his
services--nor yours either.
KAIA.
[Softly and quiveringly.] Not mine either?
SOLNESS.
You will have other things to think of now, and to attend to; and
that is a very good thing for you. Well, go home with the drawings
now, Miss Fosli. At once! Do you hear?
KAIA.
[As before.] Yes, Mr. Solness. [She goes out.
MRS. SOLNESS.
Heavens! what deceitful eyes she has.
SOLNESS.
She? That poor little creature?
MRS. SOLNESS.
Oh--I can see what I can see, Halvard.--- Are you really dismissing
them?
SOLNESS.
Yes.
MRS. SOLNESS.
Her as well?
SOLNESS.
Was not that what you wished?
MRS. SOLNESS.
But how can you get on without her---? Oh well, no doubt you have
some one else in reserve, Halvard.
HILDA.
[Playfully.] Well, _I_ for one am not the person to stand at a desk.
SOLNESS.
Never mind, never mind--it will be all right, Aline. Now all you
have to do is think about moving into our new home--as quickly as
you can. This evening we will hang up the wreath--[Turns to HILDA.]
What do you say to that, Miss Hilda?
HILDA.
[Looks at him with sparkling eyes.] It will be splendid to see you
so high up once more.
SOLNESS.
Me!
MRS. SOLNESS.
For Heaven's sake, Miss Wangel, don't imagine such a thing! My
husband!--when he always gets so dizzy!
HILDA.
He get dizzy! No, I know quite well he does not!
MRS. SOLNESS.
Oh yes, indeed he does.
HILDA.
But I have seen him with my own eyes right up at the top of a high
church-tower!
MRS. SOLNESS.
Yes, I hear people talk of that; but it is utterly impossible---
SOLNESS.
[Vehemently.] Impossible--impossible, yes! But there I stood all
the same!
MRS. SOLNESS.
O, how can you say so, Halvard? Why, you can't even bear to go out
on the second-storey balcony here. You have always been like that.
SOLNESS.
You may perhaps see something different this evening.
MRS. SOLNESS.
[In alarm.] No, no, no! Please God I shall never see that. I will
write at once to the doctor--and I am sure he won't let you do it.
SOLNESS.
Why, Aline---!
MRS. SOLNESS.
Oh, you know you're ill, Halvard. This proves it! Oh God--Oh God!
[She goes hastily out to the right.
HILDA.
[Looks intently at him.] Is it so, or is it not?
SOLNESS.
That I turn dizzy?
HILDA.
That my master builder dares not--cannot--climb as high as he builds?
SOLNESS.
Is that the way you look at it?
HILDA.
Yes.
SOLNESS.
I believe there is scarcely a corner in me that is safe from you.
HILDA.
[Looks towards the bow-window.] Up there, then. Right up there---
SOLNESS.
[Approaches her.] You might have the topmost room in the tower,
Hilda--there you might live like a princess.
HILDA.
[Indefinably, between earnest and jest.] Yes, that is what you
promised me.
SOLNESS.
Did I really?
HILDA.
Fie, Mr. Solness! You said I should be a princess, and that you
would give me a kingdom. And then you went and---Well!
SOLNESS.
[Cautiously.] Are you quite certain that this is not a dream--a
fancy, that has fixed itself in your mind?
HILDA.
[Sharply.] Do you mean that you did not do it?
SOLNESS.
I scarcely know myself. [More softly.] But now I know so much for
certain, that I---
HILDA.
That you---? Say it at once!
SOLNESS.
---that I ought to have done it.
HILDA.
[Exclaims with animation.] Don't tell me you can ever be dizzy!
SOLNESS.
This evening, then, we will hang up the wreath--Princess Hilda.
HILDA.
[With a bitter curve of the lips.] Over your new home, yes.
SOLNESS.
Over the new house, which will never be a home for me.
[He goes out through the garden door.
HILDA.
[Looks straight in front of her with a far-away expression, and
whispers to herself. The only words audible are:]---frightfully
thrilling---
ACT THIRD.
The large broad verandah of SOLNESS'S dwelling-house. Part
of the house, with outer door leading to the verandah, is
seen to the left. A railing along the verandah to the right.
At the back, from the end of the verandah, a flight of steps
leads down to the garden below. Tall old trees in the
garden spread their branches over the verandah and towards
the house. Far to the right, in among the trees, a glimpse
is caught of the lower part of the new villa, with scaffolding
round so much as is seen of the tower. In the background
the garden is bounded by an old wooden fence. Outside the
fence, a street with low, tumble-down cottages.
Evening sky with sun-lit clouds.
On the verandah, a garden bench stands along the wall of the
house, and in front of the bench a long table. On the other
side of the table, an arm-chair and some stools. All the
furniture is of wicker-work.
MRS. SOLNESS, wrapped in a large white crepe shawl, sits
resting in the arm-chair and gazes over to the right.
Shortly after, HILDA WANGEL comes up the flight of steps
from the garden. She is dressed as in the last act, and
wears her hat. She has in her bodice a little nosegay of
small common flowers.
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Turning her head a little.] Have you been round the garden, Miss
Wangel?
HILDA.
Yes, I have been taking a look at it.
MRS. SOLNESS.
And found some flowers too, I see.
HILDA.
Yes, indeed! There are such heaps of them in among the bushes.
MRS. SOLNESS.
Are there, really? Still? You see I scarcely ever go there.
HILDA.
[Closer.] What! Don't you take a run down into the garden every
day, then?
MRS. SOLNESS.
[With a faint smile.] I don't "run" anywhere, nowadays.
HILDA.
Well, but do you not go down now and then to look at all the lovely
things there?
MRS. SOLNESS.
It has all become so strange to me. I am almost afraid to see it
again.
HILDA.
Your own garden!
MRS. SOLNESS.
I don't feel that it is mine any longer.
HILDA.
What do you mean---?
MRS. SOLNESS.
No, no, it is not--not as it was in my mother's and father's time.
They have taken away so much--so much of the garden, Miss Wangel.
Fancy--they have parcelled it out--and built houses for strangers--
people that I don't know. And they can sit and look in upon me from
their windows.
HILDA.
[With a bright expression.] Mrs. Solness!
MRS. SOLNESS.
Yes?
HILDA.
May I stay here with you a little?
MRS. SOLNESS.
Yes, by all means, if you care to.
[HILDA moves a stool close to the arm-chair and sits down.
HILDA.
Ah--here one can sit and sun oneself like a cat.
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Lays her hand softly on HILDA'S neck.] It is nice of you to be
willing to sit with me. I thought you wanted to go in to my husband.
HILDA.
What should I want with him?
MRS. SOLNESS.
To help him, I thought.
HILDA.
No, thank you. And besides, he is not in. He is over there with
his workmen. But he looked so fierce that I did not dare to talk
to him.
MRS. SOLNESS.
He is so kind and gentle in reality.
HILDA.
He!
MRS. SOLNESS.
You do not really know him yet, Miss Wangel.
HILDA.
[Looks affectionately at her.] Are you pleased at the thought of
moving over to the new house?
MRS. SOLNESS.
I ought to be pleased; for it is what Halvard wants---
HILDA.
Oh, not just on that account, surely?
MRS. SOLNESS.
Yes, yes, Miss Wangel; for it is only my duty to submit myself to
him. But very often it is dreadfully difficult to force one's mind
to obedience.
HILDA.
Yes, that must be difficult indeed.
MRS. SOLNESS.
I can tell you it is--when one has so many faults as I have---
HILDA.
When one has gone through so much trouble as you have---
MRS. SOLNESS.
How do you know about that?
HILDA.
Your husband told me.
MRS. SOLNESS.
To me he very seldom mentions these things.--Yes, I can tell you I
have gone through more than enough trouble in my life, Miss Wangel.
HILDA.
[Looks sympathetically at her and nods slowly.] Poor Mrs. Solness.
First of all there was the fire---
MRS. SOLNESS.
[With a sigh.] Yes, everything that was mine was burnt.
HILDA.
And then came what was worse.
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Looking inquiringly at her.] Worse?
HILDA.
The worst of all.
MRS. SOLNESS.
What do you mean?
HILDA.
[Softly.] You lost the two little boys.
MRS. SOLNESS.
Oh, yes, the boys. But, you see, that was a thing apart. That was
a dispensation of Providence; and in such things one can only bow in
submission--yes, and be thankful, too.
HILDA.
Then you are so?
MRS. SOLNESS.
Not always, I am sorry to say. I know well enough that it is my
duty--but all the same I cannot.
HILDA.
No, no, I think that is only natural.
MRS. SOLNESS.
And often and often I have to remind myself that it was a righteous
punishment for me---
HILDA.
Why?
MRS. SOLNESS.
Because I had not fortitude enough in misfortune.
HILDA.
But I don't see that---
MRS. SOLNESS.
Oh, no, no, Miss Wangel--do not talk to me any more about the two
little boys. We ought to feel nothing but joy in thinking of them;
for they are so happy--so happy now. No, it is the small losses in
life that cut one to the heart--the loss of all that other people
look upon as almost nothing.
HILDA.
[Lays her arms on MRS. SOLNESS'S knees, and looks up at her
affectionately.] Dear Mrs. Solness--tell me what things you mean!
MRS. SOLNESS.
As I say, only little things. All the old portraits were burnt on
the walls. And all the old silk dresses were burnt, what had belonged
to the family for generations and generations. And all mother's and
grandmother's lace--that was burnt, too. And only think--the jewels,
too! [Sadly.] And then all the dolls.
HILDA.
The dolls?
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Choking with tears.] I had nine lovely dolls.
HILDA.
And they were burnt too?
MRS. SOLNESS.
All of them. Oh, it was hard--so hard for me.
HILDA.
Had you put by all these dolls, then? Ever since you were little?
MRS. SOLNESS.
I had not put them by. The dolls and I had gone on living together.
HILDA.
After you were grown up?
MRS. SOLNESS.
Yes, long after that.
HILDA.
After you were married, too?
MRS. SOLNESS.
Oh yes, indeed. So long as he did not see it---. But they were all
burnt up, poor things. No one thought of saving them. Oh, it is so
miserable to think of. You mustn't laugh at me, Miss Wangel.
HILDA.
I am not laughing in the least.
MRS. SOLNESS.
For you see, in a certain sense, there was life in them, too. I
carried them under my heart--like little unborn children.
DR. HERDAL, with his hat in his hand, comes out through the
door, and observes MRS. SOLNESS. and HILDA.
DR. HERDAL.
Well, Mrs. Solness, so you are sitting out here catching cold?
MRS. SOLNESS.
I find it so pleasant and warm here to-day.
DR. HERDAL.
Yes, yes. But is there anything going on here? I got a note from
you.
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Rises.] Yes, there is something I must talk to you about.
DR. HERDAL.
Very well; then perhaps we better go in. [To HILDA.] Still in your
mountaineering dress, Miss Wangel?
HILDA.
[Gaily, rising.] Yes--in full uniform! But to-day I am not going
climbing and breaking my neck. We two will stop quietly below and
look on, doctor.
DR. HERDAL.
What are we to look on at?
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Softly, in alarm, to HILDA.] Hush, hush--for God's sake! He is
coming! Try to get that idea out of his head. And let us be friends,
Miss Wangel. Don't you think we can?
HILDA.
[Throws her arms impetuously round MRS. SOLNESS'S neck.] Oh, if we
only could!
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Gently disengages herself.] There, there, there! There he comes,
doctor. Let me have a word with you.
DR. HERDAL.
Is it about him?
MRS. SOLNESS.
Yes, to be sure it's about him. Do come in.
She and the doctor enter the house. Next moment SOLNESS
comes up from the garden by the flight of steps. A serious
look comes over HILDA'S face.
SOLNESS.
[Glances at the house-door, which is closed cautiously from within.]
Have you noticed, Hilda, that as soon as I come, she goes?
HILDA.
I have noticed that as soon as you come, you make her go.
SOLNESS.
Perhaps so. But I cannot help it. [Looks observantly at her.] Are
you cold, Hilda? I think you look cold.
HILDA.
I have just come up out of a tomb.
SOLNESS.
What do you mean by that?
HILDA.
That I have got chilled through and through, Mr. Solness.
SOLNESS.
[Slowly.] I believe I understand---
HILDA.
What brings you up here just now?
SOLNESS.
I caught sight of you from over there.
HILDA.
But then you must have seen her too?
SOLNESS.
I knew she would go at once if I came.
HILDA.
Is it very painful for you that she should avoid you in this way?
SOLNESS.
In one sense, it's a relief as well.
HILDA.
Not to have her before your eyes?
SOLNESS.
Yes.
HILDA.
Not to be always seeing how heavily the loss of the little boys
weighs upon her?
SOLNESS.
Yes. Chiefly that.
[HILDA drifts across the verandah with her hands behind her
back, stops at the railing and looks out over the garden.
SOLNESS.
[After a short pause.] Did you have a long talk with her?
[HILDA stands motionless and does not answer.
SOLNESS.
Had you a long talk, I asked? [HILDA is silent as before.
SOLNESS.
What was she talking about, Hilda? [HILDA continues silent.
SOLNESS.
Poor Aline! I suppose it was about the little boys.
HILDA.
[A nervous shudder runs through her; then she nods hurriedly
once or twice.
SOLNESS.
She will never get over it--never in this world. [Approaches her.]
Now you are standing there again like a statue; just as you stood
last night.
HILDA.
[Turns and looks at him, with great serious eyes.] I am going away.
SOLNESS.
[Sharply.] Going away!
HILDA.
Yes.
SOLNESS.
But I won't allow you to!
HILDA.
What am I to do here now?
SOLNESS.
Simply to be here, Hilda!
HILDA.
[Measures him with a look.] Oh, thank you. You know it wouldn't end
there.
SOLNESS.
[Heedlessly.] So much the better!
HILDA.
[Vehemently.] I cannot do any harm to one whom I know! I can't take
away anything that belongs to her.
SOLNESS.
Who wants you to do that?
HILDA.
[Continuing.] A stranger, yes! for that is quite a different thing!
A person I have never set eyes on. But one that I have come into
close contact with---! Oh no! Oh no! Ugh!
SOLNESS.
Yes, but I never proposed you should.
HILDA.
Oh, Mr. Solness, you know quite well what the end of it would be.
And that is why I am going away.
SOLNESS.
And what is to become of me when you are gone? What shall I have to
live for then?--After that?
HILDA.
[With the indefinable look in her eyes.] It is surely not so hard
for you. You have your duties to her. Live for those duties.
SOLNESS.
Too late. These powers--these--these---
HILDA.
---devils---
SOLNESS.
Yes, these devils! And the troll within me as well--they have drawn
all the life-blood out of her. [Laughs in desperation.] They did it
for my happiness! Yes, yes! [Sadly.] And now she is dead--for my
sake. And I am chained alive to a dead woman. [In wild anguish.]
_I_--_I_ who cannot live without joy in life!
[HILDA moves round the table and seats herself on the bench,
with her elbows on the table, and her head supported by her
hands.
HILDA.
[Sits and looks at him awhile.] What will you build next?
SOLNESS.
[Shakes his head.] I don't believe I shall build much more.
HILDA.
Not those cosy, happy homes for mother and father, and for the troop
of children?
SOLNESS.
I wonder whether there will be any use for such homes in the coming
time.
HILDA.
Poor Mr. Solness! And you have gone all these ten years--and staked
your whole life--on that alone.
SOLNESS.
Yes, you may well say so, Hilda.
HILDA.
[With an outburst.] Oh, it all seems to me so foolish--so foolish!
SOLNESS.
All what?
HILDA.
Not to be able to grasp at your own happiness--at your own life!
Merely because some one you know happens to stand in the way!
SOLNESS.
One whom you have no right to set aside.
HILDA.
I wonder whether one really has not the right! And yet, and yet---.
Oh! if one could only sleep the whole thing away!
[She lays her arms flat don on the table, rests the left side of
her head on her hands, and shuts her eyes.
SOLNESS.
[Turns the arm-chair and sits down at the table.] Had you a cosy,
happy home--up there with your father, Hilda?
HILDA.
[Without stirring, answers as if half asleep.] I had only a cage.
SOLNESS.
And you are determined not to go back to it?
HILDA.
[As before.] The wild bird never wants to go back to the cage.
SOLNESS.
Rather range through the free air---
HILDA.
[Still as before.] The bird of prey loves to range---
SOLNESS.
[Lets his eyes rest on her.] If only one had the viking-spirit in
life---
HILDA.
[In her usual voice; opens her eyes but does not move.] And the
other thing? Say what that was!
SOLNESS.
A robust conscience.
[HILDA sits erect on the bench, with animation. Her eyes have
once more the sparkling expression of gladness.
HILDA.
[Nods to him.] _I_ know what you are going to build next!
SOLNESS.
Then you know more than I do, Hilda.
HILDA.
Yes, builders are such stupid people.
SOLNESS.
What is it to be then?
HILDA.
[Nods again.] The castle.
SOLNESS.
What castle?
HILDA.
My castle, of course.
SOLNESS.
Do you want a castle now?
HILDA.
Don't you owe me a kingdom, I should like to know?
SOLNESS.
You say I do.
HILDA.
Well--you admit you owe me this kingdom. And you can't have a kingdom
without a royal castle, I should think.
SOLNESS.
[More and more animated.] Yes, they usually go together.
HILDA.
Good! Then build it for me! This moment!
SOLNESS.
[Laughing.] Must you have that on the instant, too?
HILDA.
Yes, to be sure! For the ten years are up now, and I am not going
to wait any longer. So--out with the castle, Mr. Solness!
SOLNESS.
It's no light matter to owe you anything, Hilda.
HILDA.
You should have thought of that before. It is too late now. So--
[tapping the table]--the castle on the table! It is my castle! I
will have it at once!
SOLNESS.
[More seriously, leans over towards her, with his arms on the table.]
What sort of castle have you imagined, Hilda?
[Her expression becomes more and more veiled. She seems gazing
inwards at herself.
HILDA.
[Slowly.] My castle shall stand on a height--on a very great height--
with a clear outlook on all sides, so that I can see far--far around.
SOLNESS.
And no doubt it is to have a high tower!
HILDA.
A tremendously high tower. And at the very top of the tower there
shall be a balcony. And I will stand out upon it---
SOLNESS.
[Involuntarily clutches at his forehead.] How can you like to stand
at such a dizzy height---?
HILDA.
Yes, I will! Right up there will I stand and look down on the other
people--on those that are building churches, and homes for mother
and father and the troop of children. And you may come up and look
on at it, too.
SOLNESS.
[In a low tone.] Is the builder to be allowed to come up beside the
princess?
HILDA.
If the builder will.
SOLNESS.
[More softly.] Then I think the builder will come.
HILDA.
[Nods.] The builder--he will come.
SOLNESS.
But he will never be able to build any more. Poor builder!
HILDA.
[Animated.] Oh, yes, he will! We two will set to work together.
And then we will build the loveliest--the very loveliest--thing in
all the world.
SOLNESS.
[Intently.] Hilda--tell me what that is!
HILDA.
[Looks smilingly at him, shakes her head a little, pouts, and speaks
as if to a child.] Builders--they are such very--very stupid people.
SOLNESS.
Yes, no doubt they are stupid. But now tell me what it is--the
loveliest thing in the world--that we two are to build together?
HILDA.
[Is silent a little while, then says with an indefinable expression
in her eyes.] Castles in the air.
SOLNESS.
Castles in the air?
HILDA.
[Nods.] Castles in the air, yes! Do you know what sort of thing a
castle in the air is?
SOLNESS.
It is the loveliest thing in the world, you say.
HILDA.
[Rises with vehemence, and makes a gesture of repulsion with her
hand.] Yes, to be sure it is! Castles in the air--they are so
easy to build, too--[looks scornfully at him]--especially for the
builders who have a--a dizzy conscience.
SOLNESS.
[Rises.] After this day we two will build together, Hilda.
HILDA.
[With a half-dubious smile.] A real castle in the air?
SOLNESS.
Yes. One with a firm foundation under it.
RAGNAR BROVIK comes out from the house. He is carrying a
large green wreath with flowers and silk ribbons.
HILDA.
[With an outburst of pleasure.] The wreath! Oh, that will be
glorious!
SOLNESS.
[In surprise.] Have you brought the wreath Ragnar?
RAGNAR.
I promised the foreman I would.
SOLNESS.
[Relieved.] Ah, then I suppose you father is better?
RAGNAR.
No.
SOLNESS.
Was he not cheered by what I wrote?
RAGNAR.
It came too late.
SOLNESS.
Too late!
RAGNAR.
When she came with it he was unconscious. He had had a stroke.
SOLNESS.
Why, then, you must go home to him! You must attend to your father!
RAGNAR.
He does not need me any more.
SOLNESS.
But surely you ought to be with him.
RAGNAR.
She is sitting by his bed.
SOLNESS.
[Rather uncertainly.] Kaia?
RAGNAR.
[Looking darkly at him.] Yes--Kaia.
SOLNESS.
Go home, Ragnar--both to him and to her. Give me the wreath.
RAGNAR.
[Suppresses a mocking smile.] You don't mean that you yourself---?
SOLNESS.
I will take it down to them myself [Takes the wreath from him.]
And now you go home; we don't require you to-day.
RAGNAR.
I know you do not require me any more; but to-day I shall remain.
SOLNESS.
Well, remain then, since you are bent upon it.
HILDA.
[At the railing.] Mr. Solness, I will stand here and look on at you.
SOLNESS.
At me!
HILDA.
It will be fearfully thrilling.
SOLNESS.
[In a low tone.] We will talk about that presently, Hilda.
[He goes down the flight of steps with the wreath, and away
through the garden.
HILDA.
[Looks after him, then turns to RAGNAR.] I think you might at least
have thanked him
RAGNAR.
Thanked him? Ought I to have thanked him?
HILDA.
Yes, of course you ought!
RAGNAR.
I think it is rather you I ought to thank.
HILDA.
How can you say such a thing?
RAGNAR.
[Without answering her.] But I advise you to take care, Miss Wangel!
For you don't know him rightly yet.
HILDA.
[Ardently.] Oh, no one knows him as I do!
RAGNAR.
[Laughs in exasperation.] Thank him, when he has held me down year
after year! When he made father disbelieve in me--made me disbelieve
in myself! And all merely that he might---!
HILDA.
[As if divining something.] That he might---? Tell me at once!
RAGNAR.
That he might keep her with him.
HILDA.
[With a start towards him.] The girl at the desk.
RAGNAR.
Yes.
HILDA.
[Threateningly, clenching her hands.] That is not true! You are
telling falsehoods about him!
RAGNAR.
I would not believe it either until to-day--when she said so herself.
HILDA.
[As if beside herself.] What did she say? I will know! At once!
at once!
RAGNAR.
She said that he had taken possession of her mind--her whole mind--
centred all her thoughts upon himself alone. She says that she can
never leave him--that she will remain here, where he is---
HILDA.
[With flashing eyes.] She will not be allowed to!
RAGNAR.
[As if feeling his way.] Who will not allow her?
HILDA.
[Rapidly.] He will not either!
RAGNAR.
Oh no--I understand the whole thing now. After this, she would merely
be--in the way.
HILDA.
You understand nothing--since you can talk like that! No, _I_ will
tell you why he kept hold of her.
RAGNAR.
Well then, why?
HILDA.
In order to keep hold of you.
RAGNAR.
Has he told you so?
HILDA.
No, but it is so. It must be so! [Wildly.] I will--I will have
it so!
RAGNAR.
And at the very moment when you came--he let her go.
HILDA.
It was you--you that he let go! What do you suppose he cares about
strange women like her?
RAGNAR.
[Reflects.] Is it possible that all this time he has been afraid of
me?
HILDA.
He afraid! I would not be so conceited if I were you.
RAGNAR.
Oh, he must have seen long ago that I had something in me, too.
Besides--cowardly--that is just what he is, you see.
HILDA.
He! Oh yes, I am likely to believe that!
RAGNAR.
In a certain sense he is cowardly--he, the great master builder. He
is not afraid of robbing others of their happiness--as he has done
both for my father and me. But when it comes to climbing up a paltry
bit of scaffolding--he will do anything rather than that.
HILDA.
Oh, you should just have seen him high, high up--at the dizzy height
where I once saw him.
RAGNAR.
Did you see that?
HILDA.
Yes, indeed I did. How free and great he looked as he stood and
fastened the wreath to the church vane!
RAGNAR.
I know that he ventured that, once in his life--one solitary time.
It is a legend among us younger men. But no power on earth would
induce him to do it again.
HILDA.
To-day he will do it again!
RAGNAR.
[Scornfully.] Yes, I daresay!
HILDA.
We shall see it!
RAGNAR.
That neither you nor I will see.
HILDA.
[With uncontrollable vehemence.] I will se it! I will and I must
see it!
RAGNAR.
But he will not do it. He simply dare not do it. For you see he
cannot get over this infirmity--master builder though he be.
MRS. SOLNESS comes from the house on to the verandah.
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Looks around.] Is he not here? Where has he gone to?
RAGNAR.
Mr. Solness is down with the men.
HILDA.
He took the wreath with him.
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Terrified.] Took the wreath with him! Oh God! oh God! Brovik--
you must go down to him! Get him to come back here!
RAGNAR.
Shall I say you want to speak to him, Mrs. Solness?
MRS. SOLNESS.
Oh yes, do!--No, no--don't say that _I_ want anything! You can say
that somebody is here, and that he must come at once.
RAGNAR.
Good. I will do so, Mrs. Solness.
[He goes down the flight of steps and away through the garden.
MRS. SOLNESS.
Oh, Miss Wangel, you can't think how anxious I feel about him.
HILDA.
Is there anything in this to be terribly frightened about?
MRS. SOLNESS.
Oh yes; surely you can understand. Just think, if he were really to
do it! If he should take it into his head to climb up the scaffolding!
HILDA.
[Eagerly.] Do you think he will?
MRS. SOLNESS.
Oh, one can never tell what he might take into his head. I am afraid
there is nothing he mightn't think of doing.
HILDA.
Aha! Perhaps you too think he is--well---?
MRS. SOLNESS.
Oh, I don't know what to think about him now. The doctor has been
telling me all sorts of things; and putting it all together with
several things I have heard him say---
DR. HERDAL looks out, at the door.
DR. HERDAL.
Is he not coming soon?
MRS. SOLNESS.
Yes, I think so. I have sent for him at any rate.
DR. HERDAL.
[Advancing.] I am afraid you will have to go in, my dear lady---
MRS. SOLNESS.
Oh no! Oh no! I shall stay out here and wait for Halvard.
DR. HERDAL.
But some ladies have just come to call on you---
MRS. SOLNESS.
Good heavens, that too! And just at this moment!
DR. HERDAL.
They say they positively must see the ceremony.
MRS. SOLNESS.
Well, well, I suppose I must go to them after all. It is my duty.
HILDA.
Can't you ask the ladies to go away?
MRS. SOLNESS.
No, that would never do. Now that they are here, it is my duty to
see them. But do you stay out here in the meantime--and receive him
when he comes.
DR. HERDAL.
And try to occupy his attention as long as possible---
MRS. SOLNESS.
Yes, do, dear Miss Wangel. Keep as firm hold of him as ever you can.
HILDA.
Would it not be best for you to do that?
MRS. SOLNESS.
Yes; God knows that is my duty. But when one has duties in so many
directions---
DR. HERDAL.
[Looks towards the garden.] There he is coming.
MRS. SOLNESS.
And I have to go in!
DR. HERDAL.
[To HILDA.] Don't say anything about my being here.
HILDA.
Oh no! I daresay I shall find something else to talk to Mr. Solness
about.
MRS. SOLNESS.
And be sure you keep firm hold of him. I believe you can do it best.
[MRS. SOLNESS and DR. HERDAL go into the house. HILDA remains
standing on the verandah. SOLNESS comes from the garden, up
the flight of steps.
SOLNESS.
Somebody wants me, I hear.
HILDA.
Yes; it is I, Mr. Solness.
SOLNESS.
Oh, is it you, Hilda? I was afraid it might be Aline or the Doctor.
HILDA.
You are very easily frightened, it seems!
SOLNESS.
Do you think so?
HILDA.
Yes; people say that you are afraid to climb about--on the
scaffoldings, you know.
SOLNESS.
Well, that is quite a special thing.
HILDA.
Then it is true that you are afraid to do it?
SOLNESS.
Yes, I am.
HILDA.
Afraid of falling down and killing yourself?
SOLNESS.
No, not of that.
HILDA.
Of what, then?
SOLNESS.
I am afraid of retribution, Hilda.
HILDA.
Of retribution? [Shakes her head.] I don't understand that.
SOLNESS.
Sit down, and I will tell you something.
HILDA.
Yes, do! At once!
[She sits on a stool by the railing, and looks expectantly
at him.
SOLNESS.
[Throws his hat on the table.] You know that I began by building
churches.
HILDA.
[Nods.] I know that well.
SOLNESS.
For, you see, I came as a boy from a pious home in the country; and
so it seemed to me that this church-building was the noblest task I
could set myself.
HILDA.
Yes, yes.
SOLNESS.
And I venture to say that I built those poor little churches with
such honest and warm and heartfelt devotion that--that---
HILDA.
That---? Well?
SOLNESS.
Well, that I think that he ought to have been pleased with me.
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---
SOLNESS.
Yes, of both kinds. Oh no, he mad me feel clearly enough that he
was not pleased with me. [Mysteriously.] You see, that was really
the reason why he made the old house burn down.
HILDA.
Was that why?
SOLNESS.
Yes, don't you understand? He wanted to give me the chance of
becoming an accomplished master in my own sphere--so that I might
build all the more glorious churches for him. At first I did not
understand what he was driving at; but all of a sudden it flashed
upon me.
HILDA.
When was that?
SOLNESS.
It was when I was building the church-tower up at Lysanger.
HILDA.
I thought so.
SOLNESS.
For you see, Hilda--up there, amidst those new surroundings, I used
to go about musing and pondering within myself. Then I saw plainly
why he had taken my little children from me. It was that I should
have nothing else to attach myself to. No such thing as love and
happiness, you understand. I was to be only a master builder--
nothing else. and all my life long I was to go on building for him.
[Laughs.] But I can tell you nothing came of that!
HILDA.
What did you do then?
SOLNESS.
First of all, I searched and tried my own heart---
HILDA.
And then?
SOLNESS.
The I did the impossible--I, no less than he.
HILDA.
The impossible?
SOLNESS.
I had never before been able to climb up to a great, free height.
But that day I did it.
HILDA.
[Leaping up.] Yes, yes, you did!
SOLNESS.
And when I stood there, high over everything, and was hanging the
wreath over the vane, I said to him: Hear me now, thou Mighty One!
From this day forward I will be a free builder--I too, in my sphere--
just as thou in thine. I will never more build churches for thee--
only homes for human beings.
HILDA.
[With great sparkling eyes.] That was the song that I heard through
the air!
SOLNESS.
But afterwards his turn came.
HILDA.
What do you mean by that?
SOLNESS.
[Looks despondently at her.] Building homes for human beings--is not
worth a rap, Hilda.
HILDA.
Do you say that now?
SOLNESS.
Yes, for now I see it. Men have no use for these homes of theirs--
to be happy in. And I should not have had any use for such a home,
if I had had one. [With a quiet, bitter laugh.] See, that is the
upshot of the whole affair, however far back I look. Nothing really
built; nor anything sacrificed for the chance of building. Nothing,
nothing! the whole is nothing!
HILDA.
Then you will never build anything more?
SOLNESS.
[With animation.] On the contrary, I am just going to begin!
HILDA.
What, then? What will you build? Tell me at once!
SOLNESS.
I believe there is only one possible dwelling-place for human
happiness--and that is what I am going to build now.
HILDA.
[Looks fixedly at him.] Mr. Solness--you mean our castles in the air.
SOLNESS.
The castles in the air--yes.
HILDA.
I am afraid you would turn dizzy before we got half-way up.
SOLNESS.
Not if I can mount hand in hand with you, Hilda.
HILDA.
[With an expression of suppressed resentment.] Only with me? Will
there be no others of the party?
SOLNESS.
Who else should there be?
HILDA.
Oh--that girl--that Kaia at the desk. Poor thing--don't you want to
take her with you too?
SOLNESS.
Oho! Was it about her that Aline was talking to you?
HILDA.
Is it so--or is it not?
SOLNESS.
[Vehemently.] I will not answer such a question. You must believe
in me, wholly and entirely!
HILDA.
All these ten years I have believed in you so utterly--so utterly.
SOLNESS.
You must go on believing in me!
HILDA.
Then let me see you stand free and high up!
SOLNESS.
[Sadly.] Oh Hilda--it is not every day that I can do that.
HILDA.
[Passionately.] I will have you do it! I will have it!
[Imploringly.] Just once more, Mr. Solness! Do the impossible
once again!
SOLNESS.
[Stands and looks deep into her eyes.] If I try it, Hilda, I will
stand up there and talk to him as I did that time before.
HILDA.
[In rising excitement.] What will you say to him?
SOLNESS.
I will say to him: Hear me, Mighty Lord--thou may'st judge me as
seems best to thee. But hereafter I will build nothing but the
loveliest thing in the world---
HILDA.
[Carried away.] Yes--yes--yes!
SOLNESS.
---build it together with a princess, whom I love---
HILDA.
Yes, tell him that! Tell him that!
SOLNESS.
Yes. And then I will say to him: Now I shall go down and throw my
arms round her and kiss her---
HILDA.
--many times! Say that!
SOLNESS.
--many, many times, I will say it!
HILDA.
And then---?
SOLNESS.
Then I will wave my hat--and come down to the earth--and do as I said
to him.
HILDA.
[With outstretched arms.] Now I see you again as I did when there
was song in the air!
SOLNESS.
[Looks at here with his head bowed.] How have you become what you
are, Hilda?
HILDA.
How have you made me what I am?
SOLNESS.
[Shortly and firmly.] The princess shall have her castle.
HILDA.
[Jubilant, clapping her hands.] Oh, Mr. Solness---! My lovely,
lovely castle. Our castle in the air!
SOLNESS.
On a firm foundation.
[In the street a crowd of people has assembled, vaguely seen
through the trees. Music of wind-instruments is heard far
away behind the new house.
MRS. SOLNESS, with a fur collar round her neck, DOCTOR HERDAL
with her white shawl on his arm, and some ladies, come out
on the verandah. RAGNAR BROVIK comes at the same time up
from the garden.
MRS. SOLNESS.
[To RAGNAR.] Are we to have music, too?
RAGNAR.
Yes. It's the band of the Mason's Union. [To SOLNESS.] The foreman
asked me to tell you that he is ready now to go up with the wreath.
SOLNESS.
[Takes his hat.] Good. I will go down to him myself.
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Anxiously.] What have you to do down there, Halvard?
SOLNESS.
[Curtly.] I must be down below with the men.
MRS. SOLNESS.
Yes, down below--only down below.
SOLNESS.
That is where I always stand--on everyday occasions.
[He goes down the flight of steps and away through the garden.
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Calls after him over the railing.] But do beg the man to be careful
when he goes up! Promise me that, Halvard!
DR. HERDAL.
[To MRS. SOLNESS.] Don't you see that I was right? He has given up
all thought of that folly.
MRS. SOLNESS.
Oh, what a relief! Twice workmen have fallen, and each time they
were killed on the spot. [Turns to HILDA.] Thank you, Miss Wangel,
for having kept such a firm hold upon him. I should never have been
able to manage him.
DR. HERDAL.
[Playfully.] Yes, yes, Miss Wangel, you know how to keep firm hold
on a man, when you give your mind to it.
[MRS. SOLNESS and DR. HERDAL go up to the ladies, who are
standing nearer to the steps and looking over the garden.
HILDA remains standing beside the railing in the foreground.
RAGNAR goes up to her.
RAGNAR.
[With suppressed laughter, half whispering.] Miss Wangel--do you see
all those young fellows down in the street?
HILDA.
Yes.
RAGNAR.
They are my fellow students, come to look at the master.
HILDA.
What do they want to look at him for?
RAGNAR.
They want to see how he daren't climb to the top of his own house.
HILDA.
Oh, that is what those boys want, is it?
RAGNAR.
[Spitefully and scornfully.] He has kept us down so long--now we are
going to see him keep quietly down below himself.
HILDA.
You will not see that--not this time.
RAGNAR.
[Smiles.] Indeed! Then where shall we see him?
HILDA.
High--high up by the vane! That is where you will see him!
RAGNAR.
[Laughs.] Him! Oh yes, I daresay!
HILDA.
His will is to reach the top--so at the top you shall see him.
RAGNAR.
His will, yes; that I can easily believe. But he simply cannot do
it. His head would swim round, long, long before he got half-way.
He would have to crawl down again on his hands and knees.
DR. HERDAL.
[Points across.] Look! There goes the foreman up the ladders.
MRS. SOLNESS.
And of course he has the wreath to carry too. Oh, I do hope he will
be careful!
RAGNAR.
[Stares incredulously and shouts.] Why, but it's---
HILDA.
[Breaking out in jubilation.] It is the master builder himself?
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Screams with terror.] Yes, it is Halvard! Oh my great God---!
Halvard! Halvard!
DR. HERDAL.
Hush! Don't shout to him!
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Half beside herself.] I must go to him! I must get him to come
down again!
DR. HERDAL.
[Holds her.] Don't move, any of you! Not a sound!
HILDA.
[Immovable, follows SOLNESS with her eyes.] He climbs and climbs.
Higher and higher! Higher and higher! Look! Just look!
RAGNAR.
[Breathless.] He must turn now. He can't possibly help it.
HILDA.
He climbs and climbs. He will soon be at the top now.
MRS. SOLNESS.
Oh, I shall die of terror. I cannot bear to see it.
DR. HERDAL.
Then don't look up at him.
HILDA.
There he is standing on the topmost planks! Right at the top!
DR. HERDAL.
Nobody must move! Do you dear?
HILDA.
[Exulting, with quiet intensity.] At last! At last! Now I see him
great and free again!
RAGNAR.
[Almost voiceless.] But this is im---
HILDA.
So I have seen him all through these ten years. How secure he stands!
Frightfully thrilling all the same. Look at him! Now he is hanging
the wreath round the vane!
RAGNAR.
I feel as if I were looking at something utterly impossible.
HILDA.
Yes, it is the impossible that he is doing now! [With the indefinable
expression in her eyes.] Can you see any one else up there with him?
RAGNAR.
There is no one else.
HILDA.
Yes, there is one he is striving with.
RAGNAR.
You are mistaken.
HILDA.
Then do you hear no song in the air, either?
RAGNAR.
It must be the wind in the tree-tops.
HILDA.
_I_ hear a song--a mighty song! [Shouts in wild jubilation and glee.]
Look, look! Now he is waving his hat! He is waving it to us down
here! Oh, wave, wave back to him! For now it is finished! [Snatches
the white shawl from the Doctor, waves it, and shouts up to SOLNESS.]
Hurrah for Master Builder Solness!
DR. HERDAL.
Stop! Stop! For God's sake---!
[The ladies on the verandah wave their pocket-handkerchiefs, and
the shouts of "Hurrah" are taken up in the street. Then they
are suddenly silenced, and the crowd bursts out into a shriek
of horror. A human body, with planks and fragments of wood,
is vaguely perceived crashing down behind the trees.
MRS. SOLNESS AND THE LADIES.
[At the same time.] He is falling! He is falling!
[MRS. SOLNESS totters, falls backwards, swooning, and is caught,
amid cries and confusion, by the ladies. The crowd in the
street breaks down the fence and storms into the garden. At
the same time DR. HERDAL, too, rushes down thither. A short
pause.
HILDA.
[Stares fixedly upwards and says, as if petrified.] My Master Builder.
RAGNAR.
[Supports himself, trembling, against the railing.] He must be dashed
to pieces--killed on the spot.
ONE OF THE LADIES.
[Whilst MRS. SOLNESS is carried into the house.] Run down for the
doctor---
RAGNAR.
I can't stir a root---
ANOTHER LADY.
Then call to some one!
RAGNAR.
[Tries to call out.] How is it? Is he alive?
A VOICE.
[Below, in the garden.] Mr. Solness is dead!
OTHER VOICES.
[Nearer.] The head is all crushed.--he fell right into the quarry.
HILDA.
[Turns to RAGNAR, and says quietly.] I can't see him up there now.
RAGNAR.
This is terrible. So, after all, he could not do it.
HILDA.
[As if in quiet spell-bound triumph.] But he mounted right to the
top. And I heard harps in the air. [Waves her shawl in the air,
and shrieks with wild intensity.] My--my Master Builder!
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