Hialmar. You have never had eyes for the claims of the ideal, Relling.
Relling. Rubbish, my boy!—But excuse me, Mr. Werle: how many—in round numbers—how many true marriages have you seen in the course of your life?
Gregers. Scarcely a single one.
Relling. Nor I either.
Gregers. But I have seen innumerable marriages of the opposite kind. And it has been my fate to see at close quarters what ruin such a marriage can work in two human souls.
Hialmar. A man's whole moral basis may give away beneath his feet; that is the terrible part of it.
Relling. Well, I can't say I've ever been exactly married, so I don't pretend to speak with authority. But this I know, that the child enters into the marriage problem. And you must leave the child in peace.
Hialmar. Oh—Hedvig! my poor Hedvig!
Relling. Yes, you must be good enough to keep Hedvig outside of all this. You two are grown-up people; you are free, in God's name, to make what mess
