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 Mrs. Solness.

The home that used to be father's and mother's—and that was burnt to the ground

Solness.

[In a low voice] Yes, yes, my poor Aline. That was a terrible blow for you.

Mrs. Solness.

[Breaking out in lamentation.] You may build as much as ever you like, Halvard—you can never build up again a real home for me!

Solness.

[Crosses the room.] Well, in Heaven's name, let us talk no more about it then.

Mrs. Solness.

We are not in the habit of talking about it. For you always put the thought away from you

Solness.

[Stops suddenly and looks at her.] Do I? And why should I do that? Put the thought away from me?

Mrs. Solness.

Oh yes, Halvard, I understand you very well. You are so anxious to spare me—and to find excuses for me too—as much as ever you can.

Solness.

[With astonishment in his eyes.] You! Is it you—yourself, that you are talking about Aline?