Mrs. Alving. I am convinced that nothing serious has happened yet.
Manders. Heaven forbid! But it is most unseemly behaviour, for all that.
Mrs. Alving. It is nothing more than a foolish jest of Oswald's, you may be sure.
Manders. Well, of course, as I said, I am quite inexperienced in such matters; but it certainly seems to me—
Mrs. Alving. Out of the house she shall go—and at once. That part of it is as clear as daylight—
Manders. Yes, that is quite clear.
Mrs. Alving. But where is she to go? We should not be justified in—
Manders. Where to? Home to her father, of course.
Mrs. Alving. To whom, did you say?
Manders. To her—. No, of course Engstrand isn't—. But, great heavens, Mrs. Alving, how is such a thing possible? You surely may have been mistaken, in spite of everything.