Mrs. Alving.
Do you think we don't know how to live here at home?
Oswald.
Isn't she splendid to look at? How beautifully she's built! And so thoroughly healthy!
Mrs. Alving.
[Sits by the table.] Sit down, Oswald; let us talk quietly together.
Oswald.
[Sits.] I daresay you don't know, mother, that I owe Regina some reparation.
Mrs. Alving.
You!
Oswald.
For a bit of thoughtlessness, or whatever you like to call it—very innocent, at any rate. When I was home last time
Mrs. Alving.
Well?
Oswald.
She used often to ask me about Paris, and I used to tell her one thing and another. Then I recollect I happened to say to her one day, "Shouldn't you like to go there yourself?"
Mrs. Alving.
Well?
Oswald.
I saw her face flush, and then she said, "Yes, I
