Won't you sit down?


BROVIK.

Thanks--may I?


SOLNESS.

[Placing the arm-chair more conveniently.] Here--take this chair.--
And now?


BROVIK.

[Has seated himself with difficulty.] Well, you see, it's about
Ragnar. That is what weighs most upon me. What is to become of him?


SOLNESS.

Of course your son will stay with me as long as ever he likes.


BROVIK.

But that is just what he does not like. He feels that he cannot
stay here any longer.