Werle. See here, Gregers, there are many things that stand between us. But when all’s said and done—we are father and son. It seems to me we ought to be able to come to some sort of an understanding.
Gregers. You mean outwardly, of course.
Werle. Well, even that would be something. Think it over, Gregers. Don’t you believe that it could be managed? Eh?
Gregers (looking at him coldly). There is something behind all this!
Werle. How so?
Gregers. There must be something you want to use me for.
Werle. In so close a relation as ours, the one can always be of use to the other.
Gregers. So they say.
Werle. I would gladly have you at home with me now for a time. I am a lonely man, Gregers—always have felt lonely all my life through—but most now that I am beginning to grow old. I long to have some one about me——
Gregers. Well, you have Mrs. Sorby——