[Without looking at him.] Do you think that Ragnar has quite talent enough to stand alone?
Brovik.
No, that is just the heartbreaking part of it—I have begun to have my doubts about the boy. For you have never said so much as—as one encouraging word about him. And yet I cannot but think there must be something in him—he can’t be without talent.
Solness.
Well, but he has learnt nothing—nothing thoroughly, I mean. Except, of course, to draw.
Brovik.
[Looks at him with covert hatred, and says hoarsely.] You had learned little enough of the business when you were in my employment. But that did not prevent you from setting to work—[breathing with difficulty]—and pushing your way up, and taking the wind out of my sails—mine, and so many other people’s.
Solness.
Yes, you see—circumstances favoured me.
Brovik.