Orphanage was to deaden all rumours and set every doubt at rest.
Manders.
In that you have certainly not missed your aim, Mrs. Alving.
Mrs. Alving.
And besides, I had one other reason. I was determined that Oswald, my own boy, should inherit nothing whatever from his father.
Manders.
Then it is Alving's fortune that?
Mrs. Alving.
Yes. The sums I have spent upon the Orphanage, year by year, make up the amount—I have reckoned it up precisely—the amount which made Lieutenant Alving "a good match" in his day.
Manders.
I don't understand
Mrs. Alving.
It was my purchase-money. I do not choose that that money should pass into Oswald's hands. My son shall have everything from me—everything.
Oswald Alving enters through the second door to the right; he has taken off his hat and overcoat in the hall.
Mrs. Alving.
[Going towards him.] Are you back again already? My dear, dear boy!
