[As before.] But may it not come right even yet?
Solness.
Never in this world—never. That is another consequence of the fire—and of Aline’s illness afterwards.
Hilda.
[Looks at him with an indefinable expression.] And yet you build all these nurseries?
Solness.
[Seriously.] Have you never noticed, Hilda, how the impossible—how it seems to beckon and cry aloud to one?
Hilda.
[Reflecting.] The impossible? [With animation.] Yes, indeed! Is that how you feel too?
Solness.