] 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.
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