Manders.
[Walking up and down the room.] Ah—indeed! You want to speak to me, do you?
Engstrand.
Yes, I’d like so terrible much to——
Manders.
[Stops in front of him.] Well; may I ask what you want?
Engstrand.
Well, it was just this, your Reverence: we’ve been paid off down yonder—my grateful thanks to you, ma’am,—and now everything’s finished, I’ve been thinking it would be but right and proper if we, that have been working so honestly together all this time—well, I was thinking we ought to end up with a little prayer-meeting to-night.
Manders.
A prayer-meeting? Down at the Orphanage?