MRS. ALVING. I have never before seen it in such a light that I could speak of it to you, his son.
OSWALD. In what light did you see it, then?
MRS. ALVING. [Slowly.] I saw only this one thing: that your father was a broken-down man before you were born.
OSWALD. [Softly.] Ah—! [He rises and walks away to the window.]
MRS. ALVING. And then; day after day, I dwelt on the one thought that by rights Regina should be at home in this house—just like my own boy.
OSWALD. [Turning round quickly.] Regina—!
REGINA. [Springs up and asks, with bated breath.] I—?
MRS. ALVING. Yes, now you know it, both of you.
OSWALD. Regina!
REGINA. [To herself.] So mother was that kind of woman.