ACT SECOND.

Oswald.

Yes. Would you have him turn his children’s mother out of doors?

Manders.

Then it is illicit relations you are talking of! Irregular marriages, as people call them!

Oswald.

I have never noticed anything particularly irregular about the life these people lead.

Manders.

But how is it possible that a—a young man or young woman with any decency of feeling can endure to live in that way?—in the eyes of all the world!

Oswald.

What are they to do? A poor young artist—a poor girl—marriage costs a great deal. What are they to do?

Manders.

What are they to do? Let me tell you, Mr.Alving, what they ought to do. They ought to exercise self-restraint from the first; that is what they ought to do.

Oswald.

That doctrine will scarcely go down with warm-blooded young people who love each other.

Mrs. Alving.

No, scarcely!

Manders.

[Continuing.] How can the authorities tolerate such things! Allow them to go on in the light of day! [ConfrontingMrs. Alving.] Had I not cause to be deeply concerned about your son? In circles where open immorality prevails, and has even a sort of recognised position——!

Oswald.

Let me tell you, sir, that I have been in the habit of spending nearly all my Sundays in one or two such irregular homes——

Manders.

Sunday of all days!

Oswald.

Isn’t that the day to enjoy one’s self? Well, never have I heard an offensive word, and still less have I witnessed anything that could be called immoral. No; do you know when and where I have come across immorality in artistic circles?

Manders.

No, thank heaven, I don’t!

Oswald.

Well, then, allow me to inform you. I have met with it when one or other of our pattern husbands and fathers has come to Paris to have a look round on his own account, and has done the artists the honour of visiting their humble haunts.Theyknew what was what. These gentlemen could tell us all about places and things we had never dreamt of.

Manders.

What! Do you mean to say that respectable men from home here would——?

Oswald.

Have you never heard these respectable men, when they got home again, talking about the way in which immorality runs rampant abroad?

Manders.

Yes, no doubt——

Mrs. Alving.

I have too.

Oswald.

Well, you may take their word for it. They know what they are talking about! [Presses his hands to his head.] Oh! that that great, free, glorious life out there should be defiled in such a way!

Mrs. Alving.

You mustn’t get excited, Oswald. It’s not good for you.

Oswald.

Yes; you’re quite right, mother. It’s bad forme, I know. You see, I’m wretchedly worn out. I shall go for a little turn before dinner. Excuse me, Pastor: I know you can’t take my point of view; but I couldn’t help speaking out.

[He goes out by the second door to the right.

Mrs. Alving.

My poor boy!

Manders.

You may well say so. Then this is what he has come to!

[Mrs. Alvinglooks at him silently.

Manders.

[Walking up and down.] He called himself the Prodigal Son. Alas! alas!

[Mrs. Alvingcontinues looking at him.

Manders.

And what do you say to all this?

Mrs. Alving.

I say that Oswald was right in every word.

Manders.

[Stands still.] Right? Right! In such principles?

Mrs. Alving.

Here, in my loneliness, I have come to the same way of thinking, Pastor Manders. But I have never dared to say anything. Well! now my boy shall speak for me.

Manders.

You are greatly to be pitied, Mrs. Alving. But now I must speak seriously to you. And now itis no longer your business manager and adviser, your own and your husband’s early friend, who stands before you. It is the priest—the priest who stood before you in the moment of your life when you had gone farthest astray.

Mrs. Alving.

And what has the priest to say to me?

Manders.

I will first stir up your memory a little. The moment is well chosen. To-morrow will be the tenth anniversary of your husband’s death. To-morrow the memorial in his honour will be unveiled. To-morrow I shall have to speak to the whole assembled multitude. But to-day I will speak to you alone.

Mrs. Alving.

Very well, Pastor Manders. Speak.

Manders.

Do you remember that after less than a year of married life you stood on the verge of an abyss? That you forsook your house and home? That you fled from your husband? Yes, Mrs. Alving—fled, fled, and refused to return to him, however much he begged and prayed you?

Mrs. Alving.

Have you forgotten how infinitely miserable I was in that first year?

Manders.

It is the very mark of the spirit of rebellion to crave for happiness in this life. What right havewe human beings to happiness? We have simply to do our duty, Mrs. Alving! And your duty was to hold firmly to the man you had once chosen, and to whom you were bound by the holiest ties.

Mrs. Alving.

You know very well what sort of life Alving was leading—what excesses he was guilty of.

Manders.

I know very well what rumours there were about him; and I am the last to approve the life he led in his young days, if report did not wrong him. But a wife is not appointed to be her husband’s judge. It was your duty to bear with humility the cross which a Higher Power had, in its wisdom, laid upon you. But instead of that you rebelliously throw away the cross, desert the back-slider whom you should have supported, go and risk your good name and reputation, and—nearly succeed in ruining other people’s reputation into the bargain.

Mrs. Alving.

Other people’s? One other person’s, you mean.

Manders.

It was incredibly reckless of you to seek refuge with me.

Mrs. Alving.

With our clergyman? With our intimate friend?

Manders.

Just on that account. Yes, you may thank God that I possessed the necessary firmness; that I succeeded in dissuading you from your wilddesigns; and that it was vouchsafed me to lead you back to the path of duty, and home to your lawful husband.

Mrs. Alving.

Yes, Pastor Manders,thatwas certainly your work.

Manders.

I was but a poor instrument in a Higher Hand. And what a blessing has it not proved to you, all the days of your life, that I induced you to resume the yoke of duty and obedience! Did not everything happen as I foretold? Did not Alving turn his back on his errors, as a man should? Did he not live with you from that time, lovingly and blamelessly, all his days? Did he not become a benefactor to the whole district? And did he not help you to rise to his own level, so that you, little by little, became his assistant in all his undertakings? And a capital assistant, too—oh, I know, Mrs. Alving,thatpraise is due to you.—But now I come to the next great error in your life.

Mrs. Alving.

What do you mean?

Manders.

Just as you once disowned a wife’s duty, so you have since disowned a mother’s.

Mrs. Alving.

Ah——!

Manders.

You have been all your life under the dominion of a pestilent spirit of self-will. The whole bias of your mind has been towards insubordinationand lawlessness. You have never known how to endure any bond. Everything that has weighed upon you in life you have cast away without care or conscience, like a burden you were free to throw off at will. It did not please you to be a wife any longer, and you left your husband. You found it troublesome to be a mother, and you sent your child forth among strangers.

Mrs. Alving.

Yes, that is true. I did so.

Manders.

And thus you have become a stranger to him.

Mrs. Alving.

No! no! I am not.

Manders.

Yes, you are; youmustbe. And in what state of mind has he returned to you? Bethink yourself well, Mrs. Alving. You sinned greatly against your husband;—that you recognise by raising yonder memorial to him. Recognise now, also, how you have sinned against your son—there may yet be time to lead him back from the paths of error. Turn back yourself, and save what may yet be saved in him. For [With uplifted forefinger] verily, Mrs. Alving, you are a guilt-laden mother!—This I have thought it my duty to say to you.

[Silence.

Mrs. Alving.

[Slowly and with self-control.] You have now spoken out, Pastor Manders; and to-morrow you are to speak publicly in memory of my husband.I shall not speak to-morrow. But now I will speak frankly to you, as you have spoken to me.

Manders.

To be sure; you will plead excuses for your conduct——

Mrs. Alving.

No. I will only tell you a story.

Manders.

Well——?

Mrs. Alving.

All that you have just said about my husband and me, and our life after you had brought me back to the path of duty—as you called it—about all that you know nothing from personal observation. From that moment you, who had been our intimate friend, never set foot in our house again.

Manders.

You and your husband left the town immediately after.

Mrs. Alving.

Yes; and in my husband’s lifetime you never came to see us. It was business that forced you to visit me when you undertook the affairs of the Orphanage.

Manders.

[Softly and hesitatingly.] Helen—if that is meant as a reproach, I would beg you to bear in mind——

Mrs. Alving.

——the regard you owed to your position, yes;and that I was a runaway wife. One can never be too cautious with such unprincipled creatures.

Manders.

My dear—Mrs. Alving, you know that is an absurd exaggeration——

Mrs. Alving.

Well well, suppose it is. My point is that your judgment as to my married life is founded upon nothing but common knowledge and report.

Manders.

I admit that. What then?

Mrs. Alving.

Well, then, Pastor Manders—I will tell you the truth. I have sworn to myself that one day you should know it—you alone!

Manders.

What is the truth, then?

Mrs. Alving.

The truth is that my husband died just as dissolute as he had lived all his days.

Manders.

[Feeling after a chair.] What do you say?

Mrs. Alving.

After nineteen years of marriage, as dissolute—in his desires at any rate—as he was before you married us.

Manders.

And those—those wild oats—those irregularities—thoseexcesses, if you like—you call “a dissolute life”?

Mrs. Alving.

Our doctor used the expression.

Manders.

I do not understand you.

Mrs. Alving.

You need not.

Manders.

It almost makes me dizzy. Your whole married life, the seeming union of all these years, was nothing more than a hidden abyss!

Mrs. Alving.

Neither more nor less. Now you know it.

Manders.

This is—this is inconceivable to me. I cannot grasp it! I cannot realise it! But how was it possible to——? How could such a state of things be keptsecretsecret?

Mrs. Alving.

That has been my ceaseless struggle, day after day. After Oswald’s birth, I thought Alving seemed to be a little better. But it did not last long. And then I had to struggle twice as hard, fighting as though for life or death, so that nobody should know what sort of man my child’s father was. And you know what power Alving had of winning people’s hearts. Nobody seemed able to believe anything but good of him. He was one of those people whose life does not bite upontheir reputation. But at last, Mr. Manders—for you must know the whole story—the most repulsive thing of all happened.

Manders.

More repulsive than what you have told me!

Mrs. Alving.

I had gone on bearing with him, although I knew very well the secrets of his life out of doors. But when he brought the scandal within our own walls——

Manders.

Impossible! Here!

Mrs. Alving.

Yes; here in our own home. It was there [Pointing towards the first door on the right], in the dining-room, that I first came to know of it. I was busy with something in there, and the door was standing ajar. I heard our housemaid come up from the garden, with water for those flowers.

Manders.

Well——?

Mrs. Alving.

Soon after, I heard Alving come in too. I heard him say something softly to her. And then I heard—[With a short laugh]—oh! it still sounds in my ears, so hateful and yet so ludicrous—I heard my own servant-maid whisper, “Let me go, Mr. Alving! Let me be!”

Manders.

What unseemly levity on his part! But itcannot have been more than levity, Mrs. Alving; believe me, it cannot.

Mrs. Alving.

I soon knew what to believe. Mr. Alving had his way with the girl; and that connection had consequences, Mr. Manders.

Manders.

[As though petrified.] Such things in this house! in this house!

Mrs. Alving.

I had borne a great deal in this house. To keep him at home in the evenings, and at night, I had to make myself his boon companion in his secret orgies up in his room. There I have had to sit alone with him, to clink glasses and drink with him, and to listen to his ribald, silly talk. I have had to fight with him to get him dragged to bed——

Manders.

[Moved.] And you were able to bear all this!

Mrs. Alving.

I had to bear it for my little boy’s sake. But when the last insult was added; when my own servant-maid——; then I swore to myself: This shall come to an end! And so I took the reins into my own hand—the whole control—over him and everything else. For now I had a weapon against him, you see; he dared not oppose me. It was then I sent Oswald away from home. He was nearly seven years old, and was beginning to observe and ask questions, as children do. That I could not bear. It seemed to me the childmust be poisoned by merely breathing the air of this polluted home. That was why I sent him away. And now you can see, too, why he was never allowed to set foot inside his home so long as his father lived. No one knows what that cost me.

Manders.

You have indeed had a life of trial.

Mrs. Alving.

I could never have borne it if I had not had my work. For I may truly say that I have worked! All the additions to the estate—all the improvements—all the labour-saving appliances, that Alving was so much praised for having introduced—do you suppose he had energy for anything of the sort?—he, who lay all day on the sofa, reading an old Court Guide! No; but I may tell youthistoo: when he had his better intervals, it was I who urged him on; it was I who had to drag the whole load when he relapsed into his evil ways, or sank into querulous wretchedness.

Manders.

And it is to this man that you raise a memorial?

Mrs. Alving.

There you see the power of an evil conscience.

Manders.

Evil——? What do you mean?

Mrs. Alving.

It always seemed to me impossible but that the truth must come out and be believed. So theOrphanage was to deaden all rumours and set every doubt at rest.

Manders.

In that you have certainly not missed your aim, Mrs. Alving.

Mrs. Alving.

And besides, I had one other reason. I was determined that Oswald, my own boy, should inherit nothing whatever from his father.

Manders.

Then it is Alving’s fortune that——?

Mrs. Alving.

Yes. The sums I have spent upon the Orphanage, year by year, make up the amount—I have reckoned it up precisely—the amount which made Lieutenant Alving “a good match” in his day.

Manders.

I don’t understand——

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 Alvingenters through the second door to the right; he has taken off 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 atMr. 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.

[ToOswald.] Would Mr. Alving like red or white wine?

Oswald.

Both, if you please.

Regina.

Bien.Very well, sir.

[She goes into the dining-room.

Oswald.

I may as well help to uncork it.

[He also goes into the dining-room, the door of which swings half open behind him.

Mrs. Alving.

[Who has opened the parcel.] Yes, I thought so. Here is the Ceremonial Ode, Pastor Manders.

Manders.

[With folded hands.] With what countenance I am to deliver my discourse to-morrow——!

Mrs. Alving.

Oh, you will get through it somehow.

Manders.

[Softly, so as not to be heard in the dining-room.] Yes; it would not do to provoke scandal.

Mrs. Alving.

[Under her breath, but firmly.] No. Butthenthis long, hateful comedy will be ended. From the day after to-morrow, I shall act in every way as though he who is dead had never lived in this house. There shall be no one here but my boy and his mother.

[From the dining-room comes the noise of a chair overturned, and at the same moment is heard:

Regina.

[Sharply, but in a whisper.] Oswald! take care! are you mad? Let me go!

Mrs. Alving.

[Starts in terror.] Ah——!

[She stares wildly towards the half-open door.Oswaldis heard laughing and humming. A bottle is uncorked.

Manders.

[Agitated.] What can be the matter? What is it, Mrs. Alving?

Mrs. Alving.

[Hoarsely.] Ghosts! The couple from the conservatory—risen again!

Manders.

Is it possible! Regina——? Isshe——?

Mrs. Alving.

Yes. Come. Not a word——!

[She seizesPastor Mandersby the arm, and walks unsteadily towards the dining-room.

ACT SECOND.

The same room. The mist still lies heavy over the landscape.

MandersandMrs. Alvingenter from the dining-room.

Mrs. Alving.

[Still in the doorway.]Velbekomme,[13]Mr. Manders. [Turns back towards the dining-room.] Aren’t you coming too, Oswald?

Oswald.

[From within.] No, thank you. I think I shall go out a little.

Mrs. Alving.

Yes, do. The weather seems a little brighter now. [She shuts the dining-room door, goes to the hall door, and calls:] Regina!

Regina.

[Outside.] Yes, Mrs. Alving?

Mrs. Alving.

Go down to the laundry, and help with the garlands.

Regina.

Yes, Mrs. Alving.

[Mrs. Alvingassures herself thatReginagoes; then shuts the door.

Manders.

I suppose he cannot overhear us in there?

Mrs. Alving.

Not when the door is shut. Besides, he’s just going out.

Manders.

I am still quite upset. I don’t know how I could swallow a morsel of dinner.

Mrs. Alving.

[Controlling her nervousness, walks up and down.] Nor I. But what is to be done now?

Manders.

Yes; what is to be done? I am really quite at a loss. I am so utterly without experience in matters of this sort.

Mrs. Alving.

I feel sure that, so far, no mischief has been done.

Manders.

No; heaven forbid! But it is an unseemly state of things, nevertheless.

Mrs. Alving.

It is only an idle fancy on Oswald’s part; you may be sure of that.

Manders.

Well, as I say, I am not accustomed to affairs of the kind. But I should certainly think——

Mrs. Alving.

Out of the house she must go, and that immediately. That is as clear as daylight——

Manders.

Yes, of course she must.

Mrs. Alving.

But where to? It would not be right to——

Manders.

Where to? Home to her father, of course.

Mrs. Alving.

To whom did you say?

Manders.

To her——But then, Engstrand is not——? Good God, Mrs. Alving, it’s impossible! You must be mistaken after all.

Mrs. Alving.

Unfortunately there is no possibility of mistake. Johanna confessed everything to me; and Alving could not deny it. So there was nothing to be done but to get the matter hushed up.

Manders.

No, you could do nothing else.

Mrs. Alving.

The girl left our service at once, and got a goodsum of money to hold her tongue for the time. The rest she managed for herself when she got to town. She renewed her old acquaintance with Engstrand, no doubt let him see that she had money in her purse, and told him some tale about a foreigner who put in here with a yacht that summer. So she and Engstrand got married in hot haste. Why, you married them yourself.

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