Mrs. Alving.
Does it make me happy!
Oswald.
[Crumpling up a newspaper.] I should have thought it must be pretty much the same to you whether I was in existence or not.
Mrs. Alving.
Have you the heart to say that to your mother, Oswald?
Oswald.
But you've got on very well without me all this time.
Mrs. Alving.
Yes; I have got on without you. That is true.
[A silence. Twilight slowly begins to fall. Oswald paces to and fro across the room. He has laid his cigar down.
Oswald.
[Stops beside Mrs. Alving.] Mother, may I sit on the sofa beside you?
Mrs. Alving.
[Makes room for him.] Yes, do, my dear boy.
Oswald.
[Sits down.] There is something I must tell you, mother.
Mrs. Alving.
[Anxiously.] Well?
Oswald.
[Looks fixedly before him.] For I can't go on hiding it any longer.
