Manders.
[By the table.] You have sometimes such an exaggerated way of expressing yourself. Now, let me just collect all the documents, and put them in my bag. [He does so.] There, that's all right. And now, good-bye for the present. Keep your eyes open when Oswald comes back. I shall look in again later.
[He takes his hat and goes out through the hall door.
Mrs. Alving.
[Sighs, looks for a moment out of the window, sets the room in order a little, and is about to go into the dining-room, but stops at the door with a half-suppressed cry.] Oswald, are you still at table?
Oswald.
[In the dining room.] I'm only finishing my cigar.
Mrs. Alving.
I thought you had gone for a little walk.
Oswald.
In such weather as this?
[A glass clinks. Mrs. Alving leaves the door open, and sits down with her knitting on the sofa by the window.
Oswald.
Wasn't that Pastor Manders that went out just now?
Mrs. Alving.
Yes; he went down to the Orphanage.
