No doubt, no doubt. And meanwhile he can be preparing himself and mustering his forces for some great work.
Oswald.
Yes.—Mother, will dinner soon be ready?
Mrs. Alving.
In less than half an hour. He has a capital appetite, thank God.
Manders.
And a taste for tobacco, too.
Oswald.
I found my father’s pipe in my room——
Manders.