Have you the heart to say that to your mother, Oswald?
Oswald.
But you’ve got on very well without me all this time.
Mrs. Alving.
Yes; I have got on without you. That is true.
[A silence. Twilight slowly begins to fall. Oswald paces to and fro across the room. He has laid his cigar down.
Oswald.
[Stops beside Mrs. Alving.] Mother, may I sit on the sofa beside you?
Mrs. Alving.
[Makes room for him.] Yes, do, my dear boy.