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polish, poor thing; but she is a good sort of woman all the same. No, it's the children.
Borkman.
I thought as much.
Foldal.
For the children—well, they have more culture, and therefore they expect more of life.
Borkman.
[Looking at him sympathetically.] And so your children despise you, Vilhelm?
Foldal.
[Shrugging his shoulders.] I haven't made much of a career, you see—there is no denying that.
Borkman.
[Moving nearer to him, and laying his hand upon his arm.] Do they not know, then, that in your young days you wrote a tragedy?
Foldal.
Yes, of course they know that. But it doesn't seem to make much impression on them.
Borkman.
Then they don't understand these things. For your tragedy is good. I am firmly convinced of that.
