[Beaming with delight.] I know one who has kept both his inner and his outer self unharmed. Just look at him, Mr. Manders.
Oswald.
[Moves restlessly about the room.] Yes, yes, my dear mother; let’s say no more about it.
Manders.
Why, certainly—that is undeniable. And you have begun to make a name for yourself already. The newspapers have often spoken of you, most favourably. Just lately, by-the-bye, I fancy I haven’t seen your name quite so often.
Oswald.
[Up in the conservatory.] I haven’t been able to paint so much lately.
Mrs. Alving.
Even a painter needs a little rest now and then.
Manders.