[Walks across the room.] Regina could have been got to do it.
Mrs. Alving.
I don’t understand you. What is this about dread—and Regina?
Oswald.
Is it very late, mother?
Mrs. Alving.
It is early morning. [She looks out through the conservatory.] The day is dawning over the mountains. And the weather is clearing, Oswald. In a little while you shall see the sun.
Oswald.
I’m glad of that. Oh, I may still have much to rejoice in and live for——
Mrs. Alving.