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.
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