Out with it, then, Mr. Solness.
Solness.
[Confidentially.] Don’t you agree with me, Hilda, that there exist special, chosen people who have been endowed with the power and faculty of desiring a thing, craving for a thing, willing a thing—so persistently and so—so inexorably— that at last it has to happen? Don’t you believe that?
Hilda.
[With an indefinable expression in her eyes.] If that is so, we shall see, one of these days, whether I am one of the chosen.
Solness.
It is not one’s self alone that can do such great things. Oh, no—the helpers and the servers—they must do their part too, if it is to be of any good. But they never come of themselves. One has to call upon them very persistently—inwardly, you understand.
Hilda.
What are these helpers and servers?
Solness.