Oh yes, Halvard, I understand you very well. You are so anxious to spare me—and to find excuses for me too—as much as ever you can.
Solness.
[With astonishment in his eyes.] You! Is it you—yourself, that you are talking about Aline?
Mrs. Solness.
Yes, who else should it be but myself?
Solness.
[Involuntarily to himself.] That too!
Mrs. Solness.
As for the old house, I wouldn’t mind so much about that. When once misfortune was in the air—why——
Solness.