But how can you get on without her——? Oh well, no doubt you have some one else in reserve, Halvard.
[Playfully.] Well, I for one am not the person to stand at that desk.
Never mind, never mind—it will be all right. Aline. Now all you have to do is to think about moving into our new home—as quickly as you can. This evening we will hang up the wreath—[Turns to Hilda.]—right on the very pinnacle of the tower. What do you say to that, Miss Hilda?
[Looks at him with sparkling eyes.] It will be splendid to see you so high up once more.
Me!
For Heaven’s sake, Miss Wangel, don’t imagine such a thing! My husband!—when he always gets so dizzy!
He get dizzy! No, I know quite well he does not!
Oh yes, indeed he does.
But I have seen him with my own eyes right up at the top of a high church-tower!
Yes, I hear people talk of that; but it is utterly impossible——
[Vehemently.] Impossible—impossible, yes! But there I stood all the same!
Oh, how can you say so, Halvard? Why, you can’t even bear to go out on the second-storey balcony here. You have always been like that.
You may perhaps see something different this evening.
[In alarm.] No, no, no! Please God I shall never see that. I will write at once to the doctor—and I am sure he won’t let you do it.
Why, Aline——!
Oh, you know you’re ill, Halvard. This proves it! Oh God—Oh God!
[Looks intently at him.] Is it so, or is it not?
That I turn dizzy?
That my master builder dares not—cannot—climb as high as he builds?
Is that the way you look at it?
Yes.
I believe there is scarcely a corner in me that is safe from you.
[Looks towards the bow-window.] Up there, then. Right up there——
[Approaches her.] You might have the topmost room in the tower, Hilda—there you might live like a princess.
[Indefinably, between earnest and jest.] Yes, that is what you promised me.
Did I really?
Fie, Mr. Solness! You said I should be a princess, and that you would give me a kingdom. And then you went and——Well!
[Cautiously.] Are you quite certain that this is not a dream—a fancy, that has fixed itself in your mind?
[Sharply.] Do you mean that you did not do it?
I scarcely know myself. [More softly.] But now I know so much for certain, that I——-
That you——? Say it at once!
——that I ought to have done it.
[Exclaims with animation.] Don’t tell me you can ever be dizzy!
This evening, then, we will hang up the wreath—Princess Hilda.
[With a bitter curve of the lips.] Over your new home, yes.
Over the new house, which will never be a home for me.
[Looks straight in front of her with a far-away expression, and whispers to herself. The only words audible are]——frightfully thrilling——
ACT THIRD.
The large, broad verandah of Solness’s dwelling-house. Part of the house, with outer door leading to the verandah, is seen to the left. A railing along the verandah to the right. At the back, from the end of the verandah, a flight of steps leads down to the garden below. Tall old trees in the garden spread their branches over the verandah and towards the house. Far to the right, in among the trees, a glimpse is caught of the lower part of the new villa, with scaffolding round so much as is seen of the tower. In the background the garden is bounded by an old wooden fence. Outside the fence, a street with low, tumble-down cottages.
Evening sky with sun-lit clouds.
On the verandah, a garden bench stands along the wall of the house, and in front of the bench a long table. On the other side of the table, an arm-chair and some stools. All the furniture is of wicker-work.
Mrs. Solness, wrapped in a large white crape shawl, sits resting in the arm-chair and gazes over to the right. Shortly after, Hilda Wangel comes up the flight of steps from the garden. She is dressed as in the last act, and wears her hat. She has in her bodice a little nosegay of small common flowers.
[Turning her head a little.] Have you been round the garden, Miss Wangel?
Yes, I have been taking a look at it.
And found some flowers too, I see.
Yes, indeed! There are such heaps of them in among the bushes.
Are there really? Still? You see I scarcely ever go there.
[Closer.] What! Don’t you take a run down into the garden every day, then?
[With a faint smile.] I don’t “run” anywhere, nowadays.
Well, but do you not go down now and then to look at all the lovely things there?
It has all become so strange to me. I am almost afraid to see it again.
Your own garden!
I don’t feel that it is mine any longer.
What do you mean——?
No, no, it is not—not as it was in my mother’s and father’s time. They have taken away so much—so much of the garden, Miss Wangel. Fancy—they have parcelled it out—and builtbuilt houses for strangers—people that I don’t know. And they can sit and look in upon me from their windows.
[With a bright expression.] Mrs. Solness!
Yes!
May I stay here with you a little?
Yes, by all means, if you care to.
[Hilda moves a stool close to the arm-chair and sits down.
Ah—here one can sit and sun oneself like a cat.
[Lays her hand softly on Hilda’s neck.] It is nice of you to be willing to sit with me. I thought you wanted to go in to my husband.
What should I want with him?
To help him, I thought.
No, thank you. And besides, he is not in. He is over there with his workmen. But he looked so fierce that I did not dare to talk to him.
He is so kind and gentle in reality.
He!
You do not really know him yet, Miss Wangel.
[Looks affectionately at her.] Are you pleased at the thought of moving over to the new house?
I ought to be pleased; for it is what Halvard wants——
Oh, not just on that account, surely.
Yes, yes, Miss Wangel; for it is only my duty to submit myself to him. But very often it is dreadfully difficult to force one’s mind to obedience.
Yes, that must be difficult indeed.
I can tell you it is—when one has so many faults as I have——
When one has gone through so much trouble as you have——
How do you know about that?
Your husband told me.
To me he very seldom mentions these things.—Yes, I can tell you I have gone through more than enough trouble in my life, Miss Wangel.
[Looks sympathetically at her and nods slowly.] Poor Mrs. Solness. First of all there was the fire——
[With a sigh.] Yes, everything that was mine was burnt.
And then came what was worse.
[Looking inquiringly at her.] Worse?
The worst of all.
What do you mean?
[Softly.] You lost the two little boys.
Oh yes, the boys. But, you see, that was a thing apart. That was a dispensation of Providence; and in such things one can only bow in submission—yes, and be thankful, too.
Then you are so?
Not always, I am sorry to say. I know well enough that it is my duty—but all the same I cannot.
No, no, I think that is only natural.
And often and often I have to remind myself that it was a righteous punishment for me——
Why?
Because I had not fortitude enough in misfortune.
But I don’t see that——
Oh, no, no, Miss Wangel—do not talk to me any more about the two little boys. We ought to feel nothing but joy in thinking of them; for they are so happy—so happy now. No, it is the small losses in life that cut one to the heart—the loss of all that other people look upon as almost nothing.
[Lays her arms on Mrs. Solness’s knees, and looks up at her affectionately.] Dear Mrs. Solness—tell me what things you mean!
As I say, only little things. All the old portraits were burnt on the walls. And all the old silk dresses were burnt, that had belonged to the family for generations and generations. And all mother’s and grandmother’s lace—that was burnt, too. And only think—the jewels, too! [Sadly.] And then all the dolls.
The dolls?
[Choking with tears.] I had nine lovely dolls.
And they were burnt too?
All of them. Oh, it was hard—so hard for me.
Had you put by all these dolls, then? Ever since you were little?
I had not put them by. The dolls and I had gone on living together.
After you were grown up?
Yes, long after that.
After you were married, too?
Oh yes, indeed. So long as he did not see it——. But they were all burnt up, poor things. No one thought of saving them. Oh, it is so miserable to think of. You mustn’t laugh at me, Miss Wangel.
I am not laughing in the least.
For you see, in a certain sense, there was life in them, too. I carried them under my heart—like little unborn children.
Dr. Herdal, with his hat in his hand, comes out through the door, and observes Mrs. Solness and Hilda.
Well, Mrs. Solness, so you are sitting out here catching cold?
I find it so pleasant and warm here to-day.
Yes, yes. But is there anything going on here? I got a note from you.
[Rises.] Yes, there is something I must talk to you about.
Very well; then perhaps we had better go in. [To Hilda.] Still in your mountaineering dress, Miss Wangel?
[Gaily, rising.] Yes—in full uniform! But to-day I am not going climbing and breaking my neck. We two will stop quietly below and look on, doctor.
What are we to look on at?
[Softly, in alarm, to Hilda.] Hush, hush—for God’s sake! He is coming! Try to get that idea out of his head. And let us be friends, Miss Wangel. Don’t you think we can?
[Throws her arms impetuously round Mrs. Solness’s neck.] Oh, if we only could!
[Gently disengages herself.] There, there, there! There he comes, doctor. Let me have a word with you.
Is it about him!
Yes, to be sure it’s about him. Do come in.
She and the doctor enter the house. Next moment Solness comes up from the garden by the flight of steps. A serious look comes over Hilda’s face.
[Glances at the house-door, which is closed cautiously from within.] Have you noticed, Hilda, that as soon as I come, she goes?
I have noticed that as soon as you come, you make her go.
Perhaps so. But I cannot help it. [Looks observantly at her.] Are you cold, Hilda? I think you look cold.
I have just come up out of a tomb.
What do you mean by that?
That I have got chilled through and through, Mr. Solness.
[Slowly.] I believe I understand——
What brings you up here just now?
I caught sight of you from over there.
But then you must have seen her too?
I knew she would go at once if I came.
Is it very painful for you that she should avoid you in this way?
In one sense, it’s a relief as well.
Not to have her before your eyes?
Yes.
Not to be always seeing how heavily the loss of the little boys weighs upon her?
Yes. Chiefly that.
[Hilda drifts across the verandah with her hands behind her back, stops at the railing and looks out over the garden.
[After a short pause.] Did you have a long talk with her?
Had you a long talk, I asked?
What was she talking about, Hilda?
Poor Aline! I suppose it was about the little boys.
[A nervous shudder runs through her; then she nods hurriedly once or twice.
She will never get over it—never in this world. [Approaches her.] Now you are standing there again like a statue; just as you stood last night.
[Turns and looks at him, with great serious eyes.] I am going away.
[Sharply.] Going away!
Yes.
But I won’t allow you to!
What am I to do here now?
Simply to be here, Hilda!
[Measures him with a look.] Oh, thank you. You know it wouldn’t end there.
[Heedlessly.] So much the better!
[Vehemently.] I cannot do any harm to one whom I know! I can’t take away anything that belongs to her.
Who wants you to do that?
[Continuing.] A stranger, yes! for that is quite a different thing! A person I have never set eyes on. But one that I have come into close contact with——! Oh no! Oh no! Ugh!
Yes, but I never proposed you should.
Oh, Mr. Solness, you know quite well what the end of it would be. And that is why I am going away.
And what is to become of me when you are gone? What shall I have to live for then?—After that?
[With the indefinable look in her eyes.] It is surely not so hard for you. You have your duties to her.her. Live for those duties.
Too late. These powers—these—these——
——devils——
Yes, these devils! And the troll within me as well—they have drawn all the life-blood out of her. [Laughs in desperation.] They did it for my happiness! Yes, yes! [Sadly.] And now she is dead—for my sake. And I am chained alive to a dead woman. [In wild anguish.] I—I who cannot live without joy in life!
[Hilda moves round the table and seats herself on the bench, with her elbows on the table, and her head supported by her hands.
[Sits and looks at him awhile.] What will you build next?
[Shakes his head.] I don’t believe I shall build much more.
Not those cosy, happy homes for mother and father, and for the troop of children?