Mrs. Solness.
What do you mean?
Hilda.
[Softly.] You lost the two little boys.
Mrs. Solness.
Oh yes, the boys. But, you see, that was a thing apart. That was a dispensation of Providence; and in such things one can only bow in submission—yes, and be thankful, too.
Hilda.
Then you are so?
Mrs. Solness.
Not always, I am sorry to say. I know well enough that it is my duty—but all the same I cannot.