Hilda.
Crush you? Has he the ability for that?
Solness.
Yes, you may depend upon it he has the ability! He is the younger generation that stands ready to knock at my door—to make an end of Halvard Solness.
Hilda.
[Looks at him with quiet reproach.] And yet you would bar him out. Fie, Mr. Solness!
Solness.
The fight I have been fighting has cost heart’s blood enough.—And I am afraid, too, that the helpers and servers will not obey me any longer.
Hilda.
Then you must go ahead without them. There is nothing else for it.