Mrs. Alving.
[Looks steadily at him.] Do you think that is what would happen?
Oswald.
I know it. You may live the same life here as there, and yet it won’t be the same life.
Mrs. Alving.
[Who has been listening eagerly, rises, her eyes big with thought, and says:] Now I see the sequence of things.
Oswald.
What is it you see?
Mrs. Alving.
I see it now for the first time. And now I can speak.