Engstrand.
Lord bless you, I don’t mean just exactly the same. But I mean, if your Reverence had anything to be ashamed of in the eyes of the world, as the saying goes. We menfolk oughtn’t to judge a poor woman too hardly, your Reverence.
Manders.
I am not doing so. It is you I am reproaching.
Engstrand.
Might I make so bold as to ask your Reverence a bit of a question?
Manders.
Yes, if you want to.
Engstrand.
Isn’t it right and proper for a man to raise up the fallen?