won't talk any more about it to-day. I daren't think of it for long
together. [Goes up the room.] Get me something to drink, mother.

MRS. ALVING. To drink? What do you want to drink now?

OSWALD. Oh, anything you like. You have some cold punch in the
house.

MRS. ALVING. Yes, but my dear Oswald--

OSWALD. Don't refuse me, mother. Do be kind, now! I must have
something to wash down all these gnawing thoughts. [Goes into the
conservatory.] And then--it's so dark here! [MRS. ALVING pulls a
bell-rope on the right.] And this ceaseless rain! It may go on week
after week, for months together. Never to get a glimpse of the sun!
I can't recollect ever having seen the sun shine all the times I've
been at home.

MRS. ALVING. Oswald--you are thinking of going away from me.

OSWALD. H'm--[Drawing a heavy breath.]--I'm not thinking of
anything. I cannot think of anything! [In a low voice.] I let
thinking alone.

REGINA. [From the dining-room.] Did you ring, ma'am?

MRS. ALVING. Yes; let us have the lamp in.

REGINA. Yes, ma'am. It's ready lighted. [Goes out.]