Well?
Solness.
Was there not one special thought that you—that you seized upon?
Hilda.
[Reflects in vain.] No. What thought should that be?
Solness.
[With subdued emphasis.] It was simply and solely by that fire that I was enabled to build homes for human beings. Cosy, comfortable, bright homes, where father and mother and the whole troop of children can live in safety and gladness, feeling what a happy thing it is to be alive in the world—and most of all to belong to each other—in great things and in small.
Hilda.
[Ardently.] Well, and is it not a great happiness for you to be able to build such beautiful homes?
Solness.