Oswald.
[Stares indifferently in front of him.] Thanks, mother.
Mrs. Alving.
Are you not tired, Oswald? Should you like to sleep?
Oswald.
[Nervously.] No, no—not to sleep! I never sleep. I only pretend to. [Sadly.] That will come soon enough.
Mrs. Alving.
[Looking sorrowfully at him.] Yes, you really are ill, my blessëd boy.
Regina.
[Eagerly.] Is Mr. Alving ill?
Oswald.
[Impatiently.] Oh, do shut all the doors! This killing dread
Mrs. Alving.
Close the doors, Regina.
[Regina shuts them and remains standing by the hall door. Mrs. Alving takes her shawl off. Regina does the same. Mrs. Alving draws a chair across to Oswald's, and sits by him.
Mrs. Alving.
There now! I am going to sit beside you
Oswald.
Yes, do. And Regina shall stay here too.
