Dr. Herdal.
Oh nonsense! What should make the luck turn?
Solness.
[With firm assurance.] The younger generation.
Dr. Herdal.
Pooh! The younger generation! You are not laid on the shelf yet, I should hope. Oh no—your position here is probably firmer now than it has ever been.
Solness.
The luck will turn. I know it—I feel the day approaching. Some one or other will take it into his head to say: Give me a chance! And then all the rest will come clamouring after him, and shake their fists at me and shout: Make room—make room—make room! Yes, just you see, doctor—presently the younger generation will come knocking at my door
Dr. Herdal.
[Laughing.] Well, and what if they do?
Solness.
What if they do? Then there's an end of Halvard Solness.
[There is a knock at the door on the left.
Solness.
[Starts.] What's that? Did you not hear something?
Dr. Herdal.
Some one is knocking at the door.
