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 Mrs. Alving.

Do you think we don't know how to live here at home?

Oswald.

Isn't she splendid to look at? How beautifully she's built! And so thoroughly healthy!

Mrs. Alving.

[Sits by the table.] Sit down, Oswald; let us talk quietly together.

Oswald.

[Sits.] I daresay you don't know, mother, that I owe Regina some reparation.

Mrs. Alving.

You!

Oswald.

For a bit of thoughtlessness, or whatever you like to call it—very innocent, at any rate. When I was home last time

Mrs. Alving.

Well?

Oswald.

She used often to ask me about Paris, and I used to tell her one thing and another. Then I recollect I happened to say to her one day, "Shouldn't you like to go there yourself?"

Mrs. Alving.

Well?

Oswald.

I saw her face flush, and then she said, "Yes, I