[She goes to the table and puts out the lamp. Sunrise. The glacier and the snow-peaks in the background glow in the morning light.
Oswald.
[Sits in the arm-chair with his back towards the landscape, without moving. Suddenly he says:] Mother, give me the sun.
Mrs. Alving.
[By the table, starts and looks at him.] What do you say?
Oswald.
[Repeats, in a dull, toneless voice.] The sun. The sun.
Mrs. Alving.
[Goes to him.] Oswald, what is the matter with you?
Oswald.