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 me, I know. You see, I'm wretchedly worn out. I shall go for a little turn before dinner. Excuse me, Pastor: I know you can't take my point of view; but I couldn't help speaking out.

[He goes out by the second door to the right.

Mrs. Alving.

My poor boy!

Manders.

You may well say so. Then this is what he has come to! [Mrs. Alving looks at him silently.

Manders.

[Walking up and down.] He called himself the Prodigal Son. Alas! alas!

[Mrs. Alving continues looking at him.

Manders.

And what do you say to all this?

Mrs. Alving.

I say that Oswald was right in every word.

Manders.

[Stands still.] Right? Right! In such principles?

Mrs. Alving.

Here, in my loneliness, I have come to the same way of thinking, Pastor Manders. But I have never dared to say anything. Well! now my boy shall speak for me.

Manders.

You are greatly to be pitied, Mrs. Alving. But now I must speak seriously to you. And now it