Mrs. Alving.
[Quickly.] Mr. Manders!
Manders.
[Reassuringly.] Please allow me——
Engstrand.
About Regina! Lord, what a turn you gave me! [Looks at Mrs. Alving.] There’s nothing wrong about Regina, is there?
Manders.
We will hope not. But I mean, what is the truth about you and Regina? You pass for her father, eh!
Engstrand.
[Uncertain.] Well—h’m—your Reverence knows all about me and poor Johanna.