Oh, you don't understand my position.
No matter—. I say you ought not to be like that.
You said yourself, only just now, that no one but I ought to be allowed to build.
I may say such things—but you must not.
I most of all, surely, who have paid so dear for my position.
Oh yes—with what you call domestic comfort—and that sort of thing.
And with my peace of soul into the bargain.
[Rising.] Peace of soul! [With feeling.] Yes, yes, you are right in that! Poor Mr. Solness—you fancy that—
[With a quiet, chuckling laugh.] Just sit down again, Hilda, and I'll tell you something funny.
[Sits down; with intent interest.] Well?