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.
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