Regina.
Do you think so, sir? Mrs. Alving says I’ve filled out too.
Manders.
Filled out? Well, perhaps a little; just enough.
[Short pause.
Regina.
Shall I tell Mrs. Alving you are here?
Manders.
Thanks, thanks, there is no hurry, my dear child.—By-the-bye, Regina, my good girl, tell me: how is your father getting on out here?
Regina.