[Agitated.] What can be the matter? What is it, Mrs. Alving?
Mrs. Alving.
[Hoarsely.] Ghosts! The couple from the conservatory—risen again!
Manders.
Is it possible! Regina——? Is she——?
Mrs. Alving.
Yes. Come. Not a word——!
[She seizes Pastor Manders by the arm, and walks unsteadily towards the dining-room.
ACT SECOND.
The same room. The mist still lies heavy over the landscape.