Oswald.
I may as well help to uncork it.
[He also goes into the dining-room, the door of which swings half open behind him.
Mrs. Alving.
[Who has opened the parcel.] Yes, I thought so. Here is the Ceremonial Ode, Pastor Manders.
Manders.
[With folded hands.] With what countenance I am to deliver my discourse to-morrow——!
Mrs. Alving.
Oh, you will get through it somehow.
Manders.