I almost think you are right, Mr. Solness.
Solness.
[Walks about the room.] Oh, there are devils innumerable abroad in the world, Hilda, that one never sees!
Hilda.
Devils, too?
Solness.
[Stops.] Good devils and bad devils; light-haired devils and black-haired devils. If only you could always tell whether it is the light or dark ones that have got hold of you! [Paces about.] Ho-ho! Then it would be simple enough!
Hilda.
[Follows him with her eyes.] Or if one had a really vigorous, radiantly healthy conscience—so that one dared to do what one would.
Solness.