should like it of all things." "Ah, well," I replied, "it might perhaps be managed"—or something like that.
Mrs. Alving.
And then?
Oswald.
Of course I had forgotten all about it; but the day before yesterday I happened to ask her whether she was glad I was to stay at home so long
Mrs. Alving.
Yes?
Oswald.
And then she gave me such a strange look, and asked, "But what's to become of my trip to Paris?"
Mrs. Alving.
Her trip!
Oswald.
And so it came out that she had taken the thing seriously; that she had been thinking of me the whole time, and had set to work to learn French
Mrs. Alving.
So that was why!
Oswald.
Mother—when I saw that fresh, lovely, splendid girl standing there before me—till then I had hardly noticed her—but when she stood there as though with open arms ready to receive me
Mrs. Alving.
Oswald!
