Oswald.
[Puts his arm round Mrs. Alving’s neck.] That’s just what I wanted. I knew mother wouldn’t let her boy go thirsty.
Mrs. Alving.
My own, poor, darling Oswald; how could I deny you anything now?
Oswald.
[Eagerly.] Is that true, mother? Do you mean it?
Mrs. Alving.
How? What?
Oswald.
That you couldn’t deny me anything.