Alving. Mean what?
Oswald. That you couldn't deny me anything?
Mrs. Alving. My dear Oswald--
Oswald. Hush!
(REGINA brings in a tray with a small bottle of champagne and two
glasses, which she puts on the table.)
Regina. Shall I open the bottle?
Oswald. No, thank you, I will do it. (REGINA goes out.)
Mrs, Alving (sitting clown at the table). What did you mean, when
you asked if I could refuse you nothing?
Oswald (busy opening the bottle). Let us have a glass first--or
two.
(He draws the cork, fills one glass and is going to fill the
other.)
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?
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