Regina.
[Scornfully.] Never in this world shall you get me home with you.
Engstrand.
Oh, we’ll see about that.
Regina.
Yes, you may be sure we’ll see about it! Me, that have been brought up by a lady like Mrs. Alving! Me, that am treated almost as a daughter here! Is it me you want to go home with you?—to a house like yours? For shame!
Engstrand.
What the devil do you mean? Do you set yourself up against your father, you hussy?
Regina.
[Mutters without looking at him.] You’ve said often enough I was no concern of yours.