Regina.
Well, what then?
Engstrand.
Why, you see, I thought of putting the money into some paying speculation. I thought of a sort of a sailor’s tavern——
Regina.
Pah!
Engstrand.
A regular high-class affair, of course; not any sort of pig-sty for common sailors. No! damn it! it would be for captains and mates, and—and—regular swells, you know.
Regina.
And I was to——?