Mrs. Alving.
Oh, what horror——!
Oswald.
Now, quiet, quiet. That is how it stands with me——
Mrs. Alving.
[Springs up.] It’s not true, Oswald! It’s impossible! It cannot be so!
Oswald.
I have had one attack down there already. It was soon over. But when I came to know the state I had been in, then the dread descended upon me, raging and ravening; and so I set off home to you as fast as I could.
Mrs. Alving.
Then this is the dread——!