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 Oswald. Let us hope so.

Mrs. Alvino.

[Beaming with delight.] I know one who has kept both his inner and his outer self unharmed. Just look at him, Mr. Manders.

Oswald.

[Moves restlessly about the room.] Yes, yes, my dear mother; let's say no more about it.

Manders.

Why, certainly—that is undeniable. And you have begun to make a name for yourself already. The newspapers have often spoken of you, most favourably. Just lately, by-the-bye, I fancy I haven't seen your name quite so often.

Oswald.

[Up in the conservatory.] I haven't been able to paint so much lately.

Mrs. Alving. Even a painter needs a little rest now and then.

Manders.

No doubt, no doubt. And meanwhile he can be preparing himself and mustering his forces for some great work.

Oswald.

Yes.—Mother, will dinner soon be ready?

Mrs. Alving.

In less than half an hour. He has a capital appetite, thank God.