Mrs. Solness.
[Anxiously.] Sick? Are you ill, Halvard?
Solness.
[Violently.] A half-mad man then! A crazy man! Call me what you will.
Mrs. Solness.
[Feels blindly for a chair and sits down.] Halvard—for God's sake
Solness.
But you are wrong, both you and the doctor. I am not in the state you imagine.
[He walks up and down the room. Mrs. Solness follows him anxiously with her eyes. Finally he goes up to her.
Solness.
[Calmly.] In reality there is nothing whatever the matter with me.
Mrs. Solness.
No, there isn't, is there? But then what is it that troubles you so?
Solness.
Why this, that I often feel ready to sink under this terrible burden of debt
Mrs. Solness.
Debt, do you say? But you owe no one anything, Halvard!
Solness.
[Softly, with emotion.] I owe a boundless debt to you—to you—to you, Aline.
