Brovik: It will soon be all over with me. (Solness places him in an armchair.) Thanks. Well, you see, it's about Ragnar. That weighs most upon me. What's to become of him?
Solness: Your son will stay with me as long as ever he likes. Brovik: But he wants to have a chance. He must do something on his own account.
Solness: Well, but he has learnt nothing, except, of course, to draw.
Brovik: You had learnt little enough when you were with me, and yet you cut me out. Now, how can you have the heart to let me go to my grave without having seen what Ragnar is fit for? And I'm anxious to see him and Kaia married—before I go.
Solness: I can't drag commissions down from the moon for him.
Brovik: He can have the building of that villa at Lövstrand, if you would only approve of his plans, and retire———
Solness (angrily): Retire? I?
Brovik: From the agreement, that is.
Solness: So that's it, is it? Halvard Solness to make room for younger men! Never in the world!
Brovik (rising painfully): Then I'm to die without any certainty, any gleam of happiness or trust in Ragnar?