The Master Builder
ACT I
A plainly furnished work-room in the house of HALVARD SOLNESS. Folding doors on the left lead out to the hall On the right is the door leading to the inner rooms of the house. At the back is an open door into the draughtsmenâs office. In front, on the left, a desk with books, papers and writing materials. Further back than the folding-door, a stove. In the right-hand corner, a sofa, a table and one or two chairs. On the table a water-bottle and glass. A smaller table, with a rockingchair and arm-chair, in front on the right. Lighted lamps, with shades, on the table in the draughtsmenâs office, on the table in the corner and on the desk.
In the draughtsmenâs office sit KNUT BROVIK and his son RAGNAR, occupied with plans and calculations. At the desk in the outer office stands KAIA FOSLI, writing in the ledger. KNUT BROVIK is a spare old man with white hair and beard. He wears a rather threadbare but well-brushed black coat, spectacles and a somewhat discoloured white neckcloth. RAGNAR BROVIK is a well-dressed, light-haired man in his thirties, with a slight stoop. KAIA FOSLI is a slightly built girl, a little over twenty, carefully dressed and delicate-looking. She has a green shade over her eyes.âAll three go on working for some time in silence.
Knut Brovik (rises suddenly, as if in distress, from the table; breathes heavily and laboriously as he comes forward into the doorway). No, I canât bear it much longer!
Kaia (going up to him). You are feeling very ill this evening, are you not, uncle?
Brovik. Oh, I seem to get worse every day.
Ragnar (has risen and advances). You ought to go home, father. Try to get a little sleepâ
Brovik (impatiently). Go to bed, I suppose? Would you have me stifled outright?
Kaia. Then take a little walk.
Ragnar. Yes, do. I will come with you.
Brovik (with warmth). I will not go till he comes! I am determined to have it out this evening withâ (in a tone of suppressed bitterness)â with himâwith the chief.
Kaia (anxiously). Oh no, uncleâdo wait awhile before doing that.
Ragnar. Yes, better wait, father!
Brovik (draws his breath laboriously). Haâhaâ! I havenât much time for waiting.
Kaia (listening). Hush! I hear him on the stairs.
[All three go back to their work. A short silence. HALVARD SOLNESS comes in through the hall door. He is a man no longer young, but healthy and vigorous, with close-cut curly hair, dark moustache and dark thick eyebrows. He wears a greyish-green buttoned jacket with.an upstanding collar and broad lapels. On his head he wears a soft grey felt hat, and he has one or two light portfolios under his arm.]
Solness (near the door, points towards the draughtsmenâs office, and asks in a whisper:) Are they gone?
Kaia (softly, shaking her head). No.
[She takes the shade off her eyes. SOLNESS crosses the room, throws his hat on a chair, places the portfolios on the table by the sofa and approaches the desk again. KAIA goes on writing without intermission, but seems nervous and uneasy.]
Solness (aloud). What is that you are entering, Miss Fosli?
Kaia (starts). Oh, it is only something thatâ
Solness. Let me look at it, Miss Fosli. (Bends over her, pretends to be looking into the ledger, and whispers:) Kaia!
Kaia (softly, still writing). Well?
Solness. Why do you always take that shade off when I come?
Kaia (as before). I look so ugly with it on.
Solness (smiling). Then you donât like to look ugly, Kaia?
Kaia (half glancing up at him.) Not for all the world. Not in your eyes.
Solness (stroking her hair gently). Poor, poor little Kaiaâ
Kaia (bending her head). Hushâthey can hear you.
[SOLNESS strolls across the room to the right, turns and pauses at the door of the draughtsmenâs office.]
Solness. Has any one been here for me?
Ragnar (rising). Yes, the young couple who wants a villa built, out at Lövstrand.
Solness (growling). Oh, those two! They must wait. I am not quite clear about the plans yet.
Ragnar (advancing, with some hesitation). They were very anxi...