I saw her face flush, and then she said, “Yes, I should like it of all things.” “Ah, well,” I replied, “it might perhaps be managed”—or something like that.
Mrs. Alving.
And then?
Oswald.
Of course I had forgotten all about it; but the day before yesterday I happened to ask her whether she was glad I was to stay at home so long——
Mrs. Alving.
Yes?
Oswald.
And then she gave me such a strange look, and asked, “But what’s to become of my trip to Paris?”
Mrs. Alving.