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
A “krone” is equal to one shilling and three-halfpence.
ACT SECOND.
_The same room. The mist still lies heavy over the landscape._
_MANDERS and MRS. ALVING enter from the dining-room._
MRS. ALVING.
[_Still in the doorway._] _Velbekomme_,[13] Mr. Manders. [_Turns back
towards the dining-room._] Aren’t you coming too, Oswald?
OSWALD.
[_From within._] No, thank you. I think I shall go out a little.
MRS. ALVING.
Yes, do. The weather seems a little brighter now. [_She shuts the
dining-room door, goes to the hall door, and calls:_] Regina!
REGINA.
[_Outside._] Yes, Mrs. Alving?
MRS. ALVING.
Go down to the laundry, and help with the garlands.
REGINA.
Yes, Mrs. Alving.
[_MRS. ALVING assures herself that REGINA goes; then shuts the
door._
MANDERS.
I suppose he cannot overhear us in there?
MRS. ALVING.
Not when the door is shut. Besides, he’s just going out.
MANDERS.
I am still quite upset. I don’t know how I could swallow a morsel of
dinner.
MRS. ALVING.
[_Controlling her nervousness, walks up and down._] Nor I. But what is
to be done now?
MANDERS.
Yes; what is to be done? I am really quite at a loss. I am so utterly
without experience in matters of this sort.
MRS. ALVING.
I feel sure that, so far, no mischief has been done.
MANDERS.
No; heaven forbid! But it is an unseemly state of things, nevertheless.
MRS. ALVING.
It is only an idle fancy on Oswald’s part; you may be sure of that.
MANDERS.
Well, as I say, I am not accustomed to affairs of the kind. But I should
certainly think——
MRS. ALVING.
Out of the house she must go, and that immediately. That is as clear as
daylight——
MANDERS.
Yes, of course she must.
MRS. ALVING.
But where to? It would not be right to——
MANDERS.
Where to? Home to her father, of course.
MRS. ALVING.
To whom did you say?
MANDERS.
To her——But then, Engstrand is not——? Good God, Mrs. Alving, it’s
impossible! You must be mistaken after all.
MRS. ALVING.
Unfortunately there is no possibility of mistake. Johanna confessed
everything to me; and Alving could not deny it. So there was nothing to
be done but to get the matter hushed up.
MANDERS.
No, you could do nothing else.
MRS. ALVING.
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