Oswald is thinking of the time when you were so much opposed to his becoming a painter.
Manders.
To our human eyes many a step seems dubious, which afterwards proves——[Wrings his hand.] But first of all, welcome, welcome home! Do not think, my dear Oswald—I suppose I may call you by your Christian name?
Oswald.
What else should you call me?
Manders.
Very good. What I wanted to say was this, my dear Oswald—you must not think that I utterly condemn the artist’s calling. I have no doubt there are many who can keep their inner self unharmed in that profession, as in any other.
Oswald.
Let us hope so.
Mrs. Alvino.