Hialmar.
In certain cases, it is impossible to disregard the claim of the ideal. Yet, as the breadwinner of a family, I cannot but writhe and groan under it. I can tell you it is no joke for a man without capital to attempt the repayment of a long-standing obligation, over which, so to speak, the dust of oblivion had gathered. But it cannot be helped: the Man in me demands his rights.
Gregers.
[Laying his hand on Hialmar’s shoulder.] My dear Hialmar—was it not a good thing I came?
Hialmar.
Yes.
Gregers.
Are you not glad to have had your true position made clear to you?
Hialmar.
[Somewhat impatiently.] Yes, of course I am. But there is one thing that is revolting to my sense of justice.