——all the gnawing remorse and self-reproach you speak of.
Oswald.
And you think you can do that?
Mrs. Alving.
Yes, now I can, Oswald. A little while ago you spoke of the joy of life; and at that word a new light burst for me over my life and everything connected with it.
Oswald.
[Shakes his head.] I don’t understand you.
Mrs. Alving.
You ought to have known your father when he was a young lieutenant. He was brimming over with the joy of life!
Oswald.