MRS. ALVING. Not in the least. Oswald has rather a clerical curve
about his mouth, I think.

MANDERS. Yes, yes; some of my colleagues have much the same
expression.

MRS. ALVING. But put your pipe away, my dear boy; I won't have
smoking in here.

OSWALD. [Does so.] By all means. I only wanted to try it; for I
once smoked it when I was a child.

MRS. ALVING. You?

OSWALD. Yes. I was quite small at the time. I recollect I came up
to father's room one evening when he was in great spirits.

MRS. ALVING. Oh, you can't recollect anything of those times.

OSWALD. Yes, I recollect it distinctly. He took me on his knee, and
gave me the pipe. "Smoke, boy," he said; "smoke away, boy!" And I
smoked as hard as I could, until I felt I was growing quite pale,
and the perspiration stood in great drops on my forehead. Then he
burst out laughing heartily--

MANDERS. That was most extraordinary.

MRS. ALVING. My dear friend, it's only something Oswald has dreamt.