Not even you?
Mrs. Alving.
They had taught me a great deal about duties and so forth, which I went on obstinately believing in. Everything was marked out into duties—into my duties, and his duties, and—I am afraid I made his home intolerable for your poor father, Oswald.
Oswald.
Why have you never spoken of this in writing to me?
Mrs. Alving.
I have never before seen it in such a light that I could speak of it to you, his son.
Oswald.
In what light did you see it, then?
Mrs. Alving.