Not to be able to grasp at your own happiness—at your own life! Merely because some one you know happens to stand in the way!
Solness.
One whom you have no right to set aside.
Hilda.
I wonder whether one really has not the right! And yet, and yet——. Oh! if one could only sleep the whole thing away!
[She lays her arms flat down on the table, rests the left side of her head on her hands, and shuts her eyes.
Solness.
[Turns the arm-chair and sits down at the table.] Had you a cosy, happy home—up there with your father, Hilda?
Hilda.
[Without stirring, answers as if half asleep.] I had only a cage.