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Oswald.
Why have you never spoken of this in writing to me?
Mrs. Alving.
I have never before seen it in such a light that I could speak of it to you, his son.
Oswald.
In what light did you see it, then?
Mrs. Alving.
[Slowly.] I saw only this one thing: that your father was a broken-down man before you were born.
Oswald
[Softly.] Ah!
[He rises and walks away to the window.
Mrs. Alving.
And then, day after day, I dwelt on the one thought that by rights Regina should be at home in this house—just like my own boy.
Oswald.
[Turning round quickly.] Regina!
Regina.
[Springs up and asks, with bated breath.] I?
Mrs. Alving.
Yes, now you know it, both of you.
Oswald.
Regina!
