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 Regina.

[From the dining-room.] Did you ring, ma'am?

Mrs. Alving.

Yes; let us have the lamp in.

Regina.

Yes, ma'am. It's ready lighted. [Goes out.

Mrs. Alving.

[Goes across to Oswald.] Oswald, be frank with me.

Oswald.

Well, so I am, mother. [Goes to the table.] I think I have told you enough.

[Regina brings the lamp and sets it upon the table.

Mrs. Alving.

Regina, you may bring us a small bottle of champagne.

Regina.

Very well, ma'am. [Goes out.

Oswald.

[Puts his arm round Mrs. Alving's neck.] That's just what I wanted. I knew mother wouldn't let her boy go thirsty.

Mrs. Alving.

My own, poor, darling Oswald; how could I deny you anything now?

Oswald.

[Eagerly.] Is that true, mother? Do you mean it?