You?
Oswald.
Yes. I was quite small at the time. I recollect I came up to father’s room one evening when he was in great spirits.
Mrs. Alving.
Oh, you can’t recollect anything of those times.
Oswald.
Yes, I recollect it distinctly. He took me on his knee, and gave me the pipe. “Smoke, boy,” he said; “smoke away, boy!” And I smoked as hard as I could, until I felt I was growing quite pale, and the perspiration stood in great drops on my forehead. Then he burst out laughing heartily——
Manders.
That was most extraordinary.
Mrs. Alving.