MRS. ALVING. [_In the hall._] To fetch the doctor, Oswald! Let me pass! OSWALD. [_Also outside._] You shall not go out. And no one shall come in. [_The locking of a door is heard._ MRS. ALVING. [_Comes in again._] Oswald! Oswald—my child! OSWALD. [_Follows her._] Have you a mother’s heart for me—and yet can see me suffer from this unutterable dread? MRS. ALVING. [_After a moment’s silence, commands herself, and says:_] Here is my hand upon it. OSWALD. Will you——? MRS. ALVING. If it should ever be necessary. But it will never be necessary. No, no; it is impossible. OSWALD. Well, let us hope so. And let us live together as long as we can. Thank you, mother. [_He seats himself in the arm-chair which_ MRS. ALVING _has moved to the sofa. Day is breaking. The lamp is still burning on the table._ MRS. ALVING. [_Drawing near cautiously._] Do you feel calm now? OSWALD. Yes. MRS. ALVING. [_Bending over him._] It has been a dreadful fancy of yours, Oswald—nothing but a fancy. All this excitement has been too much for you. But now you shall have a long rest; at home with your mother, my own blessëd boy. Everything you point to you shall have, just as when you were a little child.—There now. The crisis is over. You see how easily it passed! Oh, I was sure it would.—And do you see, Oswald, what a lovely day we are going to have? Brilliant sunshine! Now you can really see your home. [_She goes to the table and puts out the lamp. Sunrise. The glacier and the snow-peaks in the background glow in the morning light._ OSWALD. [_Sits in the arm-chair with his back towards the landscape, without moving. Suddenly he says:_] Mother, give me the sun. MRS. ALVING. [_By the table, starts and looks at him._] What do you say? OSWALD. [_Repeats, in a dull, toneless voice._] The sun. The sun. MRS. ALVING. [_Goes to him._] Oswald, what is the matter with you? OSWALD. [_Seems to shrink together in the chair; all his muscles relax; his face is expressionless, his eyes have a glassy stare._] MRS. ALVING. [_Quivering with terror._] What is this? [_Shrieks._] Oswald! what is the matter with you? [_Falls on her knees beside him and shakes him._] Oswald! Oswald! look at me! Don’t you know me? OSWALD. [_Tonelessly as before._] The sun.—The sun. MRS. ALVING.