[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.
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