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Regina.
[From the dining-room.] Did you ring, ma'am?
Mrs. Alving.
Yes; let us have the lamp in.
Regina.
Yes, ma'am. It's ready lighted. [Goes out.
Mrs. Alving.
[Goes across to Oswald.] Oswald, be frank with me.
Oswald.
Well, so I am, mother. [Goes to the table.] I think I have told you enough.
[Regina brings the lamp and sets it upon the table.
Mrs. Alving.
Regina, you may bring us a small bottle of champagne.
Regina.
Very well, ma'am. [Goes out.
Oswald.
[Puts his arm round Mrs. Alving's neck.] That's just what I wanted. I knew mother wouldn't let her boy go thirsty.
Mrs. Alving.
My own, poor, darling Oswald; how could I deny you anything now?
Oswald.
[Eagerly.] Is that true, mother? Do you mean it?
