Gregers.
And what is the nature of the invention? What purpose does it serve?
Hialmar.
Oh, my dear fellow, you mustn’t ask for details yet. It takes time, you see. And you must not think that my motive is vanity. It is not for my own sake that I am working. Oh no; it is my life’s mission that stands before me night and day.
Gregers.
What is your life’s mission?
Hialmar.
Do you forget the old man with the silver hair?
Gregers.
Your poor father? Well, but what can you do for him?