OSWALD. --then it flashed upon me that in her lay my salvation; for
I saw that she was full of the joy of life.

MRS. ALVING. [Starts.] The joy of life? Can there be salvation in
that?

REGINA. [From the dining room, with a bottle of champagne.] I'm
sorry to have been so long, but I had to go to the cellar. [Places
the bottle on the table.]

OSWALD. And now bring another glass.

REGINA. [Looks at him in surprise.] There is Mrs. Alving's glass,
Mr. Alving.

OSWALD. Yes, but bring one for yourself, Regina. [REGINA starts and
gives a lightning-like side glance at MRS. ALVING.] Why do you
wait?

REGINA. [Softly and hesitatingly.] Is it Mrs. Alving's wish?

MRS. ALVING. Bring the glass, Regina.

[REGINA goes out into the dining-room.]

OSWALD. [Follows her with his eyes.] Have you noticed how she
walks?--so firmly and lightly!

MRS. ALVING. This can never be, Oswald!