Mrs. Alving. In half an hour. He has a fine appetite, thank
goodness.

Manders. And a liking for tobacco too.

Oswald. I found father's pipe in the room upstairs, and--

Manders. Ah, that is what it was!

Mrs. Alving. What?

Manders. When Oswald came in at that door with the pipe in his
mouth, I thought for the moment it was his father in the flesh.

Oswald. Really?

Mrs. Alving. How can you say so! Oswald takes after me.

Manders. Yes, but there is an expression about the corners of his
mouth--something about the lips--that reminds me so exactly of
Mr. Alving--especially when he smokes.

Mrs. Alving. I don't think so at all. To my mind, Oswald has much
more of a clergyman's mouth.

Menders. Well, yes--a good many of my colleagues in the church
have a similar expression.

Mrs. Alving. But put your pipe down, my dear boy. I don't allow