[Following him, half in desperation.] Don’t you understand that I cannot help it? I am what I am, and I cannot change my nature!
Brovik.
No, no[no]; I suppose you can’t. [Reels and supports himself against the sofa-table.] May I have a glass of water?
Solness.
By all means. [Fills a glass and hands it to him.
Brovik.
Thanks. [Drinks and puts the glass down again.
[Solness goes up and opens the door of the draughtsmen’s office.
Solness.
Ragnar—you must come and take your father home.