Mrs, Alving. My poor dear boy, how could I refuse you anything
now?

Oswald (eagerly). Is that true, mother? Do you mean it?

Mrs. Alving. Mean what?

Oswald. That you couldn't deny me anything?

Mrs. Alving. My dear Oswald--

Oswald. Hush!

(REGINA brings in a tray with a small bottle of champagne and two
glasses, which she puts on the table.)

Regina. Shall I open the bottle?

Oswald. No, thank you, I will do it. (REGINA goes out.)

Mrs, Alving (sitting clown at the table). What did you mean, when
you asked if I could refuse you nothing?

Oswald (busy opening the bottle). Let us have a glass first--or
two.

(He draws the cork, fills one glass and is going to fill the
other.)