Mrs. Alving.
Yes, I can speak and I will. And no ideals shall suffer after all.
Oswald.
Mother—what is it you are hiding from me?
Regina.
[Listening.] Oh, ma’am, listen! Don’t you hear shouts outside.
[She goes into the conservatory and looks out.
Oswald.
[At the window on the left.] What’s going on? Where does that light come from?
Regina.