But afterwards his turn came.
Hilda.
What do you mean by that?
Solness.
[Looks despondently at her.] Building homes for human beings—is not worth a rap, Hilda.
Hilda.
Do you say that now?
Solness.
Yes, for now I see it. Men have no use for these homes of theirs—to be happy in. And I should not have had any use for such a home, if I had had one. [With a quiet, bitter laugh.] See, that is the upshot of the whole affair, however far back I look. Nothing really built; nor anything sacrificed for the chance of building. Nothing, nothing! the whole is nothing!
Hilda.