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 carried me out into the nursery. Then I was sick, and I saw that you were crying.—Did father often play such practical jokes?

Manders.

In his youth he overflowed with the joy of life

Oswald.

And yet he managed to do so much in the world; so much that was good and useful; although he died so early.

Manders.

Yes, you have inherited the name of an energetic and admirable man, my dear Oswald Alving. No doubt it will be an incentive to you

Oswald.

It ought to, indeed.

Manders.

It was good of you to come home for the ceremony in his honour.

Oswald.

I could do no less for my father.

Mrs. Alving.

And I am to keep him so long! That is the best of all.

Manders.

You are going to pass the winter at home, I hear.

Oswald.

My stay is indefinite, sir.—But, ah! it is good to be at home!