Mrs. Alving.
Then what have you to say of me? I went and married a fallen man.
Manders.
Why—good heavens!—what are you talking about! A fallen man!
Mrs. Alving.
Do you think Alving was any purer when I went with him to the altar than Johanna was when Engstrand married her?
Manders.
Well, but there is a world of difference between the two cases——
Mrs. Alving.
Not so much difference after all—except in the price:—a miserable three hundred dollars and a whole fortune.