Well, but he has learnt nothing--nothing thoroughly, I mean. Except,
of course, to draw.


BROVIK.

[Looks at him with covert hatred, and says hoarsely.] You had
learned little enough of the business when you were in my employment.
But that did not prevent you from setting to work--[breathing with
difficulty]--and pushing your way up, and taking the wind out of my
sails--mine, and so may other people's.


SOLNESS.

Yes, you see--circumstances favoured me.


BROVIK.

You are right there. Everything favoured you. But then how can you
have the heart to let me go to my grave--without having seen what
Ragnar is fit for? And of course I am anxious to see them married,
too--before I go.


SOLNESS.

[Sharply.] Is it she who wishes it?