Solness: Not on my side.
Dr. Herdal: On hers, then?
Solness: Hardly a fair question! Still, you know she's engaged to Ragnar; but since she came here she seemed to drift quite away from him.
Dr. Herdal: She drifted over to you, then?
Solness: Yes, entirely. She quivers when she comes near me.
Dr. Herdal: Why on earth don't you tell your wife the rights of it?
Solness: Because I seem to find a sort of—of salutary self-sacrifice in allowing Aline to do me an injustice. It's like paying off a little bit of a huge, immeasurable debt I owe her. Oh, I know she thinks I'm ill—crazy. And, I think, so do you.
Dr. Herdal: And what then?
Solness: Then I dare say you fancy I'm an extremely happy man—Solness, the master builder!
Dr. Herdal: You've certainly had luck on your side. First of all, the home of your wife's family was burnt down for you. A great grief to her—but you rose on the ruins. Yes, you've had luck.