Regina.
Ugh!
Engstrand.
And besides, it was when your mother was that aggravating—I had to find something to twit her with, my child. She was always setting up for a fine lady. [Mimics.] “Let me go, Engstrand; let me be. Remember I was three years in Chamberlain Alving’s family at Rosenvold.” [Laughs.] Mercy on us! She could never forget that the Captain was made a Chamberlain while she was in service here.
Regina.
Poor mother! you very soon tormented her into her grave.
Engstrand.
[With a twist of his shoulders.] Oh, of course! I’m to have the blame for everything.
Regina.
[Turns away; half aloud.] Ugh——! And that leg too!