Mrs. Alving (holding her hand over the second glass) No, thanks--
not for me.

Oswald. Oh, well, for me then! (He empties his glass, fills it
again and empties it; then sits down at the table.)

Mrs. Alving (expectantly). Now, tell me.

Oswald (without looking at her). Tell me this; I thought you and
Mr. Manders seemed so strange--so quiet--at dinner.

Mrs. Alving. Did you notice that?

Oswald. Yes. Ahem! (After a short pause.) Tell me--what do you
think of Regina?

Mrs. Alving. What do I think of her?

Oswald. Yes, isn't she splendid!

Mrs. Alving. Dear Oswald, you don't know her as well as I do--

Oswald. What of that?

Mrs. Alving. Regina was too long at home, unfortunately. I ought
to have taken her under my charge sooner.

Oswald. Yes, but isn't she splendid to look at, mother? (Fills
his glass,)