OSWALD. [Tonelessly as before.] The sun.—The
sun.
MRS. ALVING. [Springs up in despair, entwines her
hands in her hair and shrieks.] I cannot bear it!
[Whispers, as though petrified]; I cannot bear it!
Never! [Suddenly.] Where has he got them? [Fumbles
hastily in his breast.] Here! [Shrinks back a few
steps and screams:] No. no; no!—Yes!—No;
no!
[She stands a few steps away from him with her hands
twisted in her hair, and stares at him in speechless
horror.]
OSWALD. [Sits motionless as before and says.] The
sun.—The sun.
