MRS. ALVING. It was my purchase-money. I do not choose that that
money should pass into Oswald's hands. My son shall have everything
from me--everything.

[OSWALD ALVING enters through the second door to the right; he has
taken of his hat and overcoat in the hall.]

MRS. ALVING. [Going towards him.] Are you back again already? My
dear, dear boy!

OSWALD. Yes. What can a fellow do out of doors in this eternal rain?
But I hear dinner is ready. That's capital!

REGINA. [With a parcel, from the dining-room.] A parcel has come for
you, Mrs. Alving. [Hands it to her.]

MRS. ALVING. [With a glance at MR. MANDERS.] No doubt copies of the
ode for to-morrow's ceremony.

MANDERS. H'm--

REGINA. And dinner is ready.

MRS. ALVING. Very well. We will come directly. I will just--[Begins
to open the parcel.]

REGINA. [To OSWALD.] Would Mr. Alving like red or white wine?

OSWALD. Both, if you please.