Chapter 6
[Bends forward and looks over his shoulder while he writes.] Mind now, kindly and cordially! Oh how I hate--how I hate this Ruald--
SOLNESS.
[Writing.] Have you never really cared for any one, Hilda?
HILDA.
For any one else, I suppose you mean?
SOLNESS.
[Looks up at her.] For any one else, yes. Have you never? In all these ten years? Never?
HILDA.
Oh yes, now and then. When I was perfectly furious with you for not coming.
SOLNESS.
Then you did take an interest in other people, too?
HILDA.
A little bit--for a week or so. Good heavens, Mr. Solness, you surely know how such things come about.
SOLNESS.
Hilda--what is it you have come for?
HILDA.
Don't waste time talking. The poor old man might go and die in the meantime.
SOLNESS.
Answer me, Hilda. What do you want of me?
HILDA.
I want my kingdom.
SOLNESS.
H'm--
He gives a rapid glance toward the door on the left, and then goes on writing on the drawings. At the same moment MRS. SOLNESS enters.
MRS. SOLNESS.
Here are a few things I have got for you, Miss Wangel. The large parcels will be sent later on.
HILDA.
Oh, how very, very kind of you!
MRS. SOLNESS.
Only my simple duty. Nothing more than that.
SOLNESS.
[Reading over what he has written.] Aline!
MRS. SOLNESS.
Yes?
SOLNESS.
Did you notice whether the--the book-keeper was out there?
MRS. SOLNESS.
Yes, of course, she was there.
SOLNESS.
[Puts the drawings in the portfolio.] H'm--
MRS. SOLNESS.
She was standing at the desk, as she always is--when _I_ go through the room.
SOLNESS.
[Rises.] Then I'll give this to her and tell her that--
HILDA.
[Takes the portfolio from him.] Oh, no, let me have the pleasure of doing that! [Goes to the door, but turns.] What is her name?
SOLNESS.
Her name is Miss Fosli.
HILDA.
Pooh, that sounds so cold! Her Christian name, I mean?
SOLNESS.
Kaia--I believe.
HILDA.
[Opens the door and calls out.] Kaia, come in here! Make haste! Mr. Solness wants to speak to you.
KAIA FOSLI appears at the door.
KAIA.
[Looking at him in alarm.] Here I am--?
HILDA.
[Handing her the portfolio.] See her, Kaia! You can take this home; Mr. Solness was written on them now.
KAIA.
Oh, at last!
SOLNESS.
Give them to the old man as soon as you can.
KAIA.
I will go straight home with them.
SOLNESS.
Yes, do. Now Ragnar will have a chance of building for himself.
KAIA.
Oh, may he come and thank you for all--?
SOLNESS.
[Harshly.] I won't have any thanks! Tell him that from me.
KAIA.
Yes, I will--
SOLNESS.
And tell him at the same time that henceforward I do not require his services--nor yours either.
KAIA.
[Softly and quiveringly.] Not mine either?
SOLNESS.
You will have other things to think of now, and to attend to; and that is a very good thing for you. Well, go home with the drawings now, Miss Fosli. At once! Do you hear?
KAIA.
[As before.] Yes, Mr. Solness. [She goes out.
MRS. SOLNESS.
Heavens! what deceitful eyes she has.
SOLNESS.
She? That poor little creature?
MRS. SOLNESS.
Oh--I can see what I can see, Halvard.----Are you really dismissing them?
SOLNESS.
Yes.
MRS. SOLNESS.
Her as well?
SOLNESS.
Was not that what you wished?
MRS. SOLNESS.
But how can you get on without her--? Oh well, no doubt you have some one else in reserve, Halvard.
HILDA.
[Playfully.] Well, _I_ for one am not the person to stand at a desk.
SOLNESS.
Never mind, never mind--it will be all right, Aline. Now all you have to do is think about moving into our new home--as quickly as you can. This evening we will hang up the wreath--[Turns to HILDA.] What do you say to that, Miss Hilda?
HILDA.
[Looks at him with sparkling eyes.] It will be splendid to see you so high up once more.
SOLNESS.
Me!
MRS. SOLNESS.
For Heaven's sake, Miss Wangel, don't imagine such a thing! My husband!--when he always gets so dizzy!
HILDA.
He get dizzy! No, I know quite well he does not!
MRS. SOLNESS.
Oh yes, indeed he does.
HILDA.
But I have seen him with my own eyes right up at the top of a high church-tower!
MRS. SOLNESS.
Yes, I hear people talk of that; but it is utterly impossible--
SOLNESS.
[Vehemently.] Impossible--impossible, yes! But there I stood all the same!
MRS. SOLNESS.
O, how can you say so, Halvard? Why, you can't even bear to go out on the second-storey balcony here. You have always been like that.
SOLNESS.
You may perhaps see something different this evening.
MRS. SOLNESS.
[In alarm.] No, no, no! Please God I shall never see that. I will write at once to the doctor--and I am sure he won't let you do it.
SOLNESS.
Why, Aline--!
MRS. SOLNESS.
Oh, you know you're ill, Halvard. This proves it! Oh God--Oh God!
[She goes hastily out to the right.
HILDA.
[Looks intently at him.] Is it so, or is it not?
SOLNESS.
That I turn dizzy?
HILDA.
That my master builder dares not--cannot--climb as high as he builds?
SOLNESS.
Is that the way you look at it?
HILDA.
Yes.
SOLNESS.
I believe there is scarcely a corner in me that is safe from you.
HILDA.
[Looks towards the bow-window.] Up there, then. Right up there--
SOLNESS.
[Approaches her.] You might have the topmost room in the tower, Hilda--there you might live like a princess.
HILDA.
[Indefinably, between earnest and jest.] Yes, that is what you promised me.
SOLNESS.
Did I really?
HILDA.
Fie, Mr. Solness! You said I should be a princess, and that you would give me a kingdom. And then you went and--Well!
SOLNESS.
[Cautiously.] Are you quite certain that this is not a dream--a fancy, that has fixed itself in your mind?
HILDA.
[Sharply.] Do you mean that you did not do it?
SOLNESS.
I scarcely know myself. [More softly.] But now I know so much for certain, that I--
HILDA.
That you--? Say it at once!
SOLNESS. --that I ought to have done it.
HILDA.
[Exclaims with animation.] Don't tell me you can ever be dizzy!
SOLNESS.
This evening, then, we will hang up the wreath--Princess Hilda.
HILDA.
[With a bitter curve of the lips.] Over your new home, yes.
SOLNESS.
Over the new house, which will never be a home for me.
[He goes out through the garden door.
HILDA.
[Looks straight in front of her with a far-away expression, and whispers to herself. The only words audible are:]--frightfully thrilling--
ACT THIRD.
The large broad verandah of SOLNESS'S dwelling-house. Part of the house, with outer door leading to the verandah, is seen to the left. A railing along the verandah to the right. At the back, from the end of the verandah, a flight of steps leads down to the garden below. Tall old trees in the garden spread their branches over the verandah and towards the house. Far to the right, in among the trees, a glimpse is caught of the lower part of the new villa, with scaffolding round so much as is seen of the tower. In the background the garden is bounded by an old wooden fence. Outside the fence, a street with low, tumble-down cottages.
Evening sky with sun-lit clouds.
On the verandah, a garden bench stands along the wall of the house, and in front of the bench a long table. On the other side of the table, an arm-chair and some stools. All the furniture is of wicker-work.
MRS. SOLNESS, wrapped in a large white crepe shawl, sits resting in the arm-chair and gazes over to the right. Shortly after, HILDA WANGEL comes up the flight of steps from the garden. She is dressed as in the last act, and wears her hat. She has in her bodice a little nosegay of small common flowers.
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Turning her head a little.] Have you been round the garden, Miss Wangel?
HILDA.
Yes, I have been taking a look at it.
MRS. SOLNESS.
And found some flowers too, I see.
HILDA.
Yes, indeed! There are such heaps of them in among the bushes.
MRS. SOLNESS.
Are there, really? Still? You see I scarcely ever go there.
HILDA.
[Closer.] What! Don't you take a run down into the garden every day, then?
MRS. SOLNESS.
[With a faint smile.] I don't "run" anywhere, nowadays.
HILDA.
Well, but do you not go down now and then to look at all the lovely things there?
MRS. SOLNESS.
It has all become so strange to me. I am almost afraid to see it again.
HILDA.
Your own garden!
MRS. SOLNESS.
I don't feel that it is mine any longer.
HILDA.
What do you mean--?
MRS. SOLNESS.
No, no, it is not--not as it was in my mother's and father's time. They have taken away so much--so much of the garden, Miss Wangel. Fancy--they have parcelled it out--and built houses for strangers--people that I don't know. And they can sit and look in upon me from their windows.
HILDA.
[With a bright expression.] Mrs. Solness!
MRS. SOLNESS.
Yes?
HILDA.
May I stay here with you a little?
MRS. SOLNESS.
Yes, by all means, if you care to.
[HILDA moves a stool close to the arm-chair and sits down.
HILDA.
Ah--here one can sit and sun oneself like a cat.
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Lays her hand softly on HILDA'S neck.] It is nice of you to be willing to sit with me. I thought you wanted to go in to my husband.
HILDA.
What should I want with him?
MRS. SOLNESS.
To help him, I thought.
HILDA.
No, thank you. And besides, he is not in. He is over there with his workmen. But he looked so fierce that I did not dare to talk to him.
MRS. SOLNESS.
He is so kind and gentle in reality.
HILDA.
He!
MRS. SOLNESS.
You do not really know him yet, Miss Wangel.
HILDA.
[Looks affectionately at her.] Are you pleased at the thought of moving over to the new house?
MRS. SOLNESS.
I ought to be pleased; for it is what Halvard wants--
HILDA.
Oh, not just on that account, surely?
MRS. SOLNESS.
Yes, yes, Miss Wangel; for it is only my duty to submit myself to him. But very often it is dreadfully difficult to force one's mind to obedience.
HILDA.
Yes, that must be difficult indeed.
MRS. SOLNESS.
I can tell you it is--when one has so many faults as I have--
HILDA.
When one has gone through so much trouble as you have--
MRS. SOLNESS.
How do you know about that?
HILDA.
Your husband told me.
MRS. SOLNESS.
To me he very seldom mentions these things.--Yes, I can tell you I have gone through more than enough trouble in my life, Miss Wangel.
HILDA.
[Looks sympathetically at her and nods slowly.] Poor Mrs. Solness. First of all there was the fire--
MRS. SOLNESS.
[With a sigh.] Yes, everything that was mine was burnt.
HILDA.
And then came what was worse.
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Looking inquiringly at her.] Worse?
HILDA.
The worst of all.
MRS. SOLNESS.
What do you mean?
HILDA.
[Softly.] You lost the two little boys.
MRS. SOLNESS.
Oh, yes, the boys. But, you see, that was a thing apart. That was a dispensation of Providence; and in such things one can only bow in submission--yes, and be thankful, too.
HILDA.
Then you are so?
MRS. SOLNESS.
Not always, I am sorry to say. I know well enough that it is my duty--but all the same I cannot.
HILDA.
No, no, I think that is only natural.
MRS. SOLNESS.
And often and often I have to remind myself that it was a righteous punishment for me--
HILDA.
Why?
MRS. SOLNESS.
Because I had not fortitude enough in misfortune.
HILDA.
But I don't see that--
MRS. SOLNESS.
Oh, no, no, Miss Wangel--do not talk to me any more about the two little boys. We ought to feel nothing but joy in thinking of them; for they are so happy--so happy now. No, it is the small losses in life that cut one to the heart--the loss of all that other people look upon as almost nothing.
HILDA.
[Lays her arms on MRS. SOLNESS'S knees, and looks up at her affectionately.] Dear Mrs. Solness--tell me what things you mean!
MRS. SOLNESS.
As I say, only little things. All the old portraits were burnt on the walls. And all the old silk dresses were burnt, what had belonged to the family for generations and generations. And all mother's and grandmother's lace--that was burnt, too. And only think--the jewels, too! [Sadly.] And then all the dolls.
HILDA.
The dolls?
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Choking with tears.] I had nine lovely dolls.
HILDA.
And they were burnt too?
MRS. SOLNESS.
All of them. Oh, it was hard--so hard for me.
HILDA.
Had you put by all these dolls, then? Ever since you were little?
MRS. SOLNESS.
I had not put them by. The dolls and I had gone on living together.
HILDA.
After you were grown up?
MRS. SOLNESS.
Yes, long after that.
HILDA.
After you were married, too?
MRS. SOLNESS.
Oh yes, indeed. So long as he did not see it--. But they were all burnt up, poor things. No one thought of saving them. Oh, it is so miserable to think of. You mustn't laugh at me, Miss Wangel.
HILDA.
I am not laughing in the least.
MRS. SOLNESS.
For you see, in a certain sense, there was life in them, too. I carried them under my heart--like little unborn children.
DR. HERDAL, with his hat in his hand, comes out through the door, and observes MRS. SOLNESS. and HILDA.
DR. HERDAL.
Well, Mrs. Solness, so you are sitting out here catching cold?
MRS. SOLNESS.
I find it so pleasant and warm here to-day.
DR. HERDAL.
Yes, yes. But is there anything going on here? I got a note from you.
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Rises.] Yes, there is something I must talk to you about.
DR. HERDAL.
Very well; then perhaps we better go in. [To HILDA.] Still in your mountaineering dress, Miss Wangel?
HILDA.
[Gaily, rising.] Yes--in full uniform! But to-day I am not going climbing and breaking my neck. We two will stop quietly below and look on, doctor.
DR. HERDAL.
What are we to look on at?
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Softly, in alarm, to HILDA.] Hush, hush--for God's sake! He is coming! Try to get that idea out of his head. And let us be friends, Miss Wangel. Don't you think we can?
HILDA.
[Throws her arms impetuously round MRS. SOLNESS'S neck.] Oh, if we only could!
MRS. SOLNESS.
[Gently disengages herself.] There, there, there! There he comes, doctor. Let me have a word with you.
DR. HERDAL.
Is it about him?
MRS. SOLNESS.
Yes, to be sure it's about him. Do come in.
She and the doctor enter the house. Next moment SOLNESS comes up from the garden by the flight of steps. A serious look comes over HILDA'S face.
SOLNESS.
[Glances at the house-door, which is closed cautiously from within.] Have you noticed, Hilda, that as soon as I come, she goes?
HILDA.
I have noticed that as soon as you come, you make her go.
SOLNESS.
Perhaps so. But I cannot help it. [Looks observantly at her.] Are you cold, Hilda? I think you look cold.
HILDA.
I have just come up out of a tomb.
SOLNESS.
What do you mean by that?
HILDA.
That I have got chilled through and through, Mr. Solness.
SOLNESS.
[Slowly.] I believe I understand--
HILDA.
What brings you up here just now?
SOLNESS.
I caught sight of you from over there.
HILDA.
But then you must have seen her too?
SOLNESS.
I knew she would go at once if I came.
HILDA.
Is it very painful for you that she should avoid you in this way?
SOLNESS.
In one sense, it's a relief as well.
HILDA.
Not to have her before your eyes?
SOLNESS.
Yes.
HILDA.
Not to be always seeing how heavily the loss of the little boys weighs upon her?
SOLNESS.
Yes. Chiefly that.
[HILDA drifts across the verandah with her hands behind her back, stops at the railing and looks out over the garden.
SOLNESS.
[After a short pause.] Did you have a long talk with her?
[HILDA stands motionless and does not answer.
SOLNESS.
Had you a long talk, I asked? [HILDA is silent as before.
SOLNESS.
What was she talking about, Hilda? [HILDA continues silent.
SOLNESS.
Poor Aline! I suppose it was about the little boys.
HILDA.
[A nervous shudder runs through her; then she nods hurriedly once or twice.
SOLNESS.
She will never get over it--never in this world. [Approaches her.] Now you are standing there again like a statue; just as you stood last night.
HILDA.
[Turns and looks at him, with great serious eyes.] I am going away.
SOLNESS.
[Sharply.] Going away!
HILDA.
Yes.
SOLNESS.
But I won't allow you to!
HILDA.
What am I to do here now?
SOLNESS.
Simply to be here, Hilda!
HILDA.
[Measures him with a look.] Oh, thank you. You know it wouldn't end there.
SOLNESS.
[Heedlessly.] So much the better!
HILDA.
[Vehemently.] I cannot do any harm to one whom I know! I can't take away anything that belongs to her.
SOLNESS.
Who wants you to do that?
HILDA.
[Continuing.] A stranger, yes! for that is quite a different thing! A person I have never set eyes on. But one that I have come into close contact with--! Oh no! Oh no! Ugh!
SOLNESS.
Yes, but I never proposed you should.
HILDA.
Oh, Mr. Solness, you know quite well what the end of it would be. And that is why I am going away.
SOLNESS.
And what is to become of me when you are gone? What shall I have to live for then?--After that?
HILDA.
[With the indefinable look in her eyes.] It is surely not so hard for you. You have your duties to her. Live for those duties.
SOLNESS.
Too late. These powers--these--these--
HILDA. --devils--
SOLNESS.
Yes, these devils! And the troll within me as well--they have drawn all the life-blood out of her. [Laughs in desperation.] They did it for my happiness! Yes, yes! [Sadly.] And now she is dead--for my sake. And I am chained alive to a dead woman. [In wild anguish.] _I_--_I_ who cannot live without joy in life!
[HILDA moves round the table and seats herself on the bench, with her elbows on the table, and her head supported by her hands.
HILDA.
[Sits and looks at him awhile.] What will you build next?
SOLNESS.
[Shakes his head.] I don't believe I shall build much more.
HILDA.
Not those cosy, happy homes for mother and father, and for the troop of children?
SOLNESS.
I wonder whether there will be any use for such homes in the coming time.
HILDA.
Poor Mr. Solness! And you have gone all these ten years--and staked your whole life--on that alone.
SOLNESS.
Yes, you may well say so, Hilda.
HILDA.
[With an outburst.] Oh, it all seems to me so foolish--so foolish!
SOLNESS.
All what?
HILDA.
Not to be able to grasp at your own happiness--at your own life! Merely because some one you know happens to stand in the way!
SOLNESS.
One whom you have no right to set aside.
HILDA.
I wonder whether one really has not the right! And yet, and yet--. Oh! if one could only sleep the whole thing away!
[She lays her arms flat don on the table, rests the left side of her head on her hands, and shuts her eyes.
SOLNESS.
[Turns the arm-chair and sits down at the table.] Had you a cosy, happy home--up there with your father, Hilda?
HILDA.
[Without stirring, answers as if half asleep.] I had only a cage.
SOLNESS.
And you are determined not to go back to it?
HILDA.
[As before.] The wild bird never wants to go back to the cage.
SOLNESS.
Rather range through the free air--
HILDA.
[Still as before.] The bird of prey loves to range--
SOLNESS.
[Lets his eyes rest on her.] If only one had the viking-spirit in life--
HILDA.
[In her usual voice; opens her eyes but does not move.] And the other thing? Say what that was!
SOLNESS.
A robust conscience.
[HILDA sits erect on the bench, with animation. Her eyes have once more the sparkling expression of gladness.
HILDA.
[Nods to him.] _I_ know what you are going to build next!
SOLNESS.
Then you know more than I do, Hilda.
HILDA.
Yes, builders are such stupid people.
SOLNESS.
What is it to be then?
HILDA.
[Nods again.] The castle.
SOLNESS.
What castle?
HILDA.
My castle, of course.
SOLNESS.
Do you want a castle now?
HILDA.
Don't you owe me a kingdom, I should like to know?
SOLNESS.
You say I do.
HILDA.
Well--you admit you owe me this kingdom. And you can't have a kingdom without a royal castle, I should think.
SOLNESS.
[More and more animated.] Yes, they usually go together.
HILDA.
Good! Then build it for me! This moment!
SOLNESS.
[Laughing.] Must you have that on the instant, too?
HILDA.
Yes, to be sure! For the ten years are up now, and I am not going to wait any longer. So--out with the castle, Mr. Solness!
SOLNESS.
It's no light matter to owe you anything, Hilda.
HILDA.
You should have thought of that before. It is too late now. So--[tapping the table]--the castle on the table! It is my castle! I will have it at once!
SOLNESS.
[More seriously, leans over towards her, with his arms on the table.] What sort of castle have you imagined, Hilda?
[Her expression becomes more and more veiled. She seems gazing inwards at herself.
HILDA.
[Slowly.] My castle shall stand on a height--on a very great height--with a clear outlook on all sides, so that I can see far--far around.
SOLNESS.
And no doubt it is to have a high tower!
HILDA.
A tremendously high tower. And at the very top of the tower there shall be a balcony. And I will stand out upon it--
SOLNESS.
[Involuntarily clutches at his forehead.] How can you like to stand at such a dizzy height--?
HILDA.
Yes, I will! Right up there will I stand and look down on the other people--on those that are building churches, and homes for mother and father and the troop of children. And you may come up and look on at it, too.
SOLNESS.
[In a low tone.] Is the builder to be allowed to come up beside the princess?
HILDA.
If the builder will.
SOLNESS.
[More softly.] Then I think the builder will come.
HILDA.
[Nods.] The builder--he will come.
SOLNESS.
But he will never be able to build any more. Poor builder!
HILDA.
[Animated.] Oh, yes, he will! We two will set to work together. And then we will build the loveliest--the very loveliest--thing in all the world.
SOLNESS.
[Intently.] Hilda--tell me what that is!
HILDA.
[Looks smilingly at him, shakes her head a little, pouts, and speaks as if to a child.] Builders--they are such very--very stupid people.
SOLNESS.
Yes, no doubt they are stupid. But now tell me what it is--the loveliest thing in the world--that we two are to build together?
HILDA.
[Is silent a little while, then says with an indefinable expression in her eyes.] Castles in the air.
SOLNESS.
Castles in the air?
HILDA.
[Nods.] Castles in the air, yes! Do you know what sort of thing a castle in the air is?
SOLNESS.
It is the loveliest thing in the world, you say.
HILDA.
[Rises with vehemence, and makes a gesture of repulsion with her hand.] Yes, to be sure it is! Castles in the air--they are so easy to build, too--[looks scornfully at him]--especially for the builders who have a--a dizzy conscience.
SOLNESS.
[Rises.] After this day we two will build together, Hilda.
HILDA.
[With a half-dubious smile.] A real castle in the air?
SOLNESS.
Yes. One with a firm foundation under it.
RAGNAR BROVIK comes out from the house. He is carrying a large green wreath with flowers and silk ribbons.
HILDA.
[With an outburst of pleasure.] The wreath! Oh, that will be glorious!
SOLNESS.
[In surprise.] Have you brought the wreath Ragnar?
RAGNAR.
I promised the foreman I would.
SOLNESS.
[Relieved.] Ah, then I suppose you father is better?
RAGNAR.
No.
SOLNESS.
Was he not cheered by what I wrote?
RAGNAR.
It came too late.
SOLNESS.
Too late!
RAGNAR.
When she came with it he was unconscious. He had had a stroke.
SOLNESS.
Why, then, you must go home to him! You must attend to your father!
RAGNAR.
He does not need me any more.
SOLNESS.
But surely you ought to be with him.
RAGNAR.
She is sitting by his bed.
SOLNESS.
[Rather uncertainly.] Kaia?
RAGNAR.
[Looking darkly at him.] Yes--Kaia.
SOLNESS.
Go home, Ragnar--both to him and to her. Give me the wreath.
RAGNAR.
[Suppresses a mocking smile.] You don't mean that you yourself--?
SOLNESS.
I will take it down to them myself [Takes the wreath from him.] And now you go home; we don't require you to-day.
RAGNAR.
I know you do not require me any more; but to-day I shall remain.
SOLNESS.
Well, remain then, since you are bent upon it.
HILDA.
[At the railing.] Mr. Solness, I will stand here and look on at you.
SOLNESS.
At me!