Oswald.
[Sits down.] There is something I must tell you, mother.
Mrs. Alving.
[Anxiously.] Well?
Oswald.
[Looks fixedly before him.] For I can’t go on hiding it any longer.
Mrs. Alving.
Hiding what? What is it?
Oswald.
[As before.] I could never bring myself to write to you about it; and since I’ve come home——