Mrs. Alving.
Well, well, I daresay you’re right there.
Manders.
Besides, I of course do not deny that there may be much that is attractive in such books. Nor can I blame you for wishing to keep up with the intellectual movements that are said to be going on in the great world—where you have let your son pass so much of his life. But——
Mrs. Alving.
But?
Manders.
[Lowering his voice.] But one should not talk about it, Mrs. Alving. One is certainly not bound to account to everybody for what one reads and thinks within one’s own four walls.
Mrs. Alving.
Of course not; I quite agree with you.