Mother!
Mrs. Alving.
Do you think we don’t know how to live here at home?
Oswald.
Isn’t she splendid to look at? How beautifully she’s built! And so thoroughly healthy!
Mrs. Alving.
[Sits by the table.] Sit down, Oswald; let us talk quietly together.
Oswald.
[Sits.] I daresay you don’t know, mother, that I owe Regina some reparation.
Mrs. Alving.