and that's almost the hardest part for me.—But now you know the whole story; and now we won't talk any more about it to-day. I daren't think of it for long together. [Goes up the room.] Get me something to drink, mother.
Mrs. Alving.
To drink? What do you want to drink now?
Oswald.
Oh, anything you like. You have some cold punch in the house.
Mrs. Alving.
Yes, but my dear Oswald
Oswald.
Don't refuse me, mother. Do be kind, now! I must have something to wash down all these gnawing thoughts. [Goes into the conservatory.] And thenit's so dark here! [Mrs. Alving pulls a bell-rope on the right.] And this ceaseless rain! It may go on week after week, for months together. Never to get a glimpse of the sun! I can't recollect ever having seen the sun shine all the times I've been at home.
Mrs. Alving.
Oswald—you are thinking of going away from me.
Oswald.
H'm—[Drawing a heavy breath.]—I'm not thinking of anything. I cannot think of anything! [In a low voice.] I let thinking alone.
