Oswald.
Well, you may take their word for it. They know what they are talking about! [Presses his hands to his head.] Oh! that that great, free, glorious life out there should be defiled in such a way!
Mrs. Alving.
You mustn’t get excited, Oswald. It’s not good for you.
Oswald.
Yes; you’re quite right, mother. It’s bad for me, I know. You see, I’m wretchedly worn out. I shall go for a little turn before dinner. Excuse me, Pastor: I know you can’t take my point of view; but I couldn’t help speaking out.
[He goes out by the second door to the right.
Mrs. Alving.
My poor boy!
Manders.