[Also outside.] You shall not go out. And no one shall come in. [The locking of a door is heard.
Mrs. Alving.
[Comes in again.] Oswald! Oswald—my child!
Oswald.
[Follows her.] Have you a mother’s heart for me—and yet can see me suffer from this unutterable dread?
Mrs. Alving.
[After a moment’s silence, commands herself, and says:] Here is my hand upon it.
Oswald.
Will you——?
Mrs. Alving.