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
That has been my ceaseless struggle, day after day. After Oswald’s
birth, I thought Alving seemed to be a little better. But it did not
last long. And then I had to struggle twice as hard, fighting as though
for life or death, so that nobody should know what sort of man my
child’s father was. And you know what power Alving had of winning
people’s hearts. Nobody seemed able to believe anything but good of him.
He was one of those people whose life does not bite upon their
reputation. But at last, Mr. Manders—for you must know the whole
story—the most repulsive thing of all happened.
MANDERS.
More repulsive than what you have told me!
MRS. ALVING.
I had gone on bearing with him, although I knew very well the secrets of
his life out of doors. But when he brought the scandal within our own
walls——
MANDERS.
Impossible! Here!
MRS. ALVING.
Yes; here in our own home. It was there [_Pointing towards the first
door on the right_], in the dining-room, that I first came to know of
it. I was busy with something in there, and the door was standing ajar.
I heard our housemaid come up from the garden, with water for those
flowers.
MANDERS.
Well——?
MRS. ALVING.
Soon after, I heard Alving come in too. I heard him say something softly
to her. And then I heard—[_With a short laugh_]—oh! it still sounds in
my ears, so hateful and yet so ludicrous—I heard my own servant-maid
whisper, “Let me go, Mr. Alving! Let me be!”
MANDERS.
What unseemly levity on his part! But it cannot have been more than
levity, Mrs. Alving; believe me, it cannot.
MRS. ALVING.
I soon knew what to believe. Mr. Alving had his way with the girl; and
that connection had consequences, Mr. Manders.
MANDERS.
[_As though petrified._] Such things in this house! in this house!
MRS. ALVING.
I had borne a great deal in this house. To keep him at home in the
evenings, and at night, I had to make myself his boon companion in his
secret orgies up in his room. There I have had to sit alone with him, to
clink glasses and drink with him, and to listen to his ribald, silly
talk. I have had to fight with him to get him dragged to bed——
MANDERS.
[_Moved._] And you were able to bear all this!
MRS. ALVING.
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