Don’t refuse me, mother. Do be kind, now! I must have something to wash down all these gnawing thoughts. [Goes into the conservatory.] And then——it’s so dark here! [Mrs. Alving pulls a bell-rope on the right.] And this ceaseless rain! It may go on week after week, for months together. Never to get a glimpse of the sun! I can’t recollect ever having seen the sun shine all the times I’ve been at home.
Mrs. Alving.
Oswald—you are thinking of going away from me.
Oswald.
H’m—[Drawing a heavy breath.]—I’m not thinking of anything. I cannot think of anything! [In a low voice.] I let thinking alone.
Regina.
[From the dining-room.] Did you ring, ma’am?
Mrs. Alving.
Yes; let us have the lamp in.
Regina.