[Rises with difficulty.] Then I am to pass out of life without any certainty? Without a gleam of happiness? Without any faith or trust in Ragnar? Without having seen a single piece of work of his doing? Is that to be the way of it?
Solness.
[Turns half aside, and mutters.] H’m—don’t ask more just now.
Brovik.
I must have an answer to this one question. Am I to pass out of life in such utter poverty?
Solness.
[Seems to struggle with himself; finally he says, in a low but firm voice:] You must pass out of life as best you can.
Brovik.
Then be it so. [He goes up the room.
Solness.