The collected works of Henrik Ibsen, Vol. 07 (of 11)Ibsen, Henrik
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The collected works of Henrik Ibsen, Vol. 07 (of 11)
Ibsen, Henrik
Ibsen, Henrik, 1828-1906 -- Translations into English; Norwegian drama -- Translations into English
[_Paces the room two or three times, stands a moment in the background
with his hands behind his back, and looks out over the garden. Then he
returns to the table, takes up a book, and looks at the title-page;
starts, and looks at several books._] Ha—indeed!
_MRS. ALVING enters by the door on the left; she is followed by
REGINA, who immediately goes out by the first door on the
right._
MRS. ALVING.
[_Holds out her hand._] Welcome, my dear Pastor.
MANDERS.
How do you do, Mrs. Alving? Here I am as I promised.
MRS. ALVING.
Always punctual to the minute.
MANDERS.
You may believe it was not so easy for me to get away. With all the
Boards and Committees I belong to——
MRS. ALVING.
That makes it all the kinder of you to come so early. Now we can get
through our business before dinner. But where is your portmanteau?
MANDERS.
[_Quickly._] I left it down at the inn. I shall sleep there to-night.
MRS. ALVING.
[_Suppressing a smile._] Are you really not to be persuaded, even now,
to pass the night under my roof?
MANDERS.
No, no, Mrs. Alving; many thanks. I shall stay at the inn, as usual. It
is so conveniently near the landing-stage.
MRS. ALVING.
Well, you must have your own way. But I really should have thought we
two old people——
MANDERS.
Now you are making fun of me. Ah, you’re naturally in great spirits
to-day—what with to-morrow’s festival and Oswald’s return.
MRS. ALVING.
Yes; you can think what a delight it is to me! It’s more than two years
since he was home last. And now he has promised to stay with me all the
winter.
MANDERS.
Has he really? That is very nice and dutiful of him. For I can well
believe that life in Rome and Paris has very different attractions from
any we can offer here.
MRS. ALVING.
Ah, but here he has his mother, you see. My own darling boy—he hasn’t
forgotten his old mother!
MANDERS.
It would be grievous indeed, if absence and absorption in art and that
sort of thing were to blunt his natural feelings.
MRS. ALVING.
Yes, you may well say so. But there’s nothing of that sort to fear with
him. I’m quite curious to see whether you know him again. He’ll be down
presently; he’s upstairs just now, resting a little on the sofa. But do
sit down, my dear Pastor.
MANDERS
Thank you. Are you quite at liberty——?
MRS. ALVING.
Certainly. [_She sits by the table._
MANDERS.
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