Manders.
[Feeling after a chair.] What do you say?
Mrs. Alving.
After nineteen years of marriage, as dissolute—in his desires at any rate—as he was before you married us.
Manders.
And those—those wild oats—those irregularities—those excesses, if you like—you call “a dissolute life”?
Mrs. Alving.
Our doctor used the expression.
Manders.
I do not understand you.