Mrs. Alving.
It is early morning. [She looks out through the conservatory.] The day is dawning over the mountains. And the weather is clearing, Oswald. In a little while you shall see the sun.
Oswald.
I'm glad of that. Oh, I may still have much to rejoice in and live for
Mrs. Alving.
I should think so, indeed!
Oswald.
Even if I can't work
Mrs. Alving.
Oh, you'll soon be able to work again, my dear boy—now that you haven't got all those gnawing and depressing thoughts to brood over any longer.
Oswald.
Yes, I'm glad you were able to rid me of all those fancies. And when I've got over this one thing more[Sits on the sofa.] Now we will have a little talk, mother
Mrs. Alving.
Yes, let us.
[She pushes an arm-chair towards the sofa, and sits down close to him.
Oswald.
And meantime the sun will be rising. And then you will know all. And then I shall not feel this dread any longer.
