me, I know. You see, I'm wretchedly worn out. I shall go for a little turn before dinner. Excuse me, Pastor: I know you can't take my point of view; but I couldn't help speaking out.
[He goes out by the second door to the right.
Mrs. Alving.
My poor boy!
Manders.
You may well say so. Then this is what he has come to! [Mrs. Alving looks at him silently.
Manders.
[Walking up and down.] He called himself the Prodigal Son. Alas! alas!
[Mrs. Alving continues looking at him.
Manders.
And what do you say to all this?
Mrs. Alving.
I say that Oswald was right in every word.
Manders.
[Stands still.] Right? Right! In such principles?
Mrs. Alving.
Here, in my loneliness, I have come to the same way of thinking, Pastor Manders. But I have never dared to say anything. Well! now my boy shall speak for me.
Manders.
You are greatly to be pitied, Mrs. Alving. But now I must speak seriously to you. And now it
