I thought as much.
Foldal.
For the children—well, they have more culture, and therefore they expect more of life.
Borkman.
[Looking at him sympathetically.] And so your children despise you, Vilhelm?
Foldal.
[Shrugging his shoulders.] I haven’t made much of a career, you see—there is no denying that.
Borkman.
[Moving nearer to him, and laying his hand upon his arm.] Do they not know, then, that in your young days you wrote a tragedy?
Foldal.