[Evasively.] Stay here with me, Ragnar. You shall have everything your own way. And then you can marry Kaia, and live at your ease—and happily too, who knows? Only don’t think of building on your own account.
Ragnar.
Well, well, then I must go home and tell father what you say—I promised I would.—Is this what I am to tell father—before he dies?
Solness.
[With a groan.] Oh tell him—tell him what you will, for me. Best to say nothing at all to him! [With a sudden outburst.] I cannot do anything else, Ragnar!
Ragnar.
May I have the drawings to take with me?
Solness.
Yes, take them—take them by all means! They are lying there on the table.
Ragnar.