together. You could take over the business here in town, and I should move up to the works.
Gregers.
You would?
Werle.
The fact is, I am not so fit for work as I once was. I am obliged to spare my eyes, Gregers; they have begun to trouble me.
Gregers. They have always been weak.
Werle.
Not as they are now. And besides, circumstances might possibly make it desirable for me to live up there—for a time, at any rate.
Gregers. That is certainly quite a new idea to me.
Werle.
Listen, Gregers: there are many things that stand between us; but we are father and son after all. We ought surely to be able to come to some sort of understanding with each other.
Gregers. Outwardly, you mean, of course?
Werle.
Well, even that would be something. Think it over, Gregers. Don't you think it ought to be possible? Eh?
