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.
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