[In a low voice.] Yes, yes, my poor Aline. That was a terrible blow for you.
[Breaking out in lamentation.] You may build as much as ever you like, Halvard—you can never build up again a real home for me!
[Crosses the room.] Well, in Heaven's name, let us talk no more about it then.
We are not in the habit of talking about it. For you always put the thought away from you—
[Stops suddenly and looks at her.] Do I? And why should I do that? Put the thought away from me?
Oh yes, Halvard, I understand you very well. You are so anxious to spare me—and to find excuses for me too—as much as ever you can.
[With astonishment in his eyes.] You! Is it you—yourself, that your are talking about, Aline?
Yes, who else should it be but myself?
[Involuntarily to himself.] That too!
As for the old house, I wouldn't mind so much about that. When once misfortune was in the air—why—