Manders.
Most certainly it is.
Engstrand.
And isn’t a man bound to keep his sacred word?
Manders.
Why, of course he is; but——
Engstrand.
When Johanna had got into trouble through that Englishman—or it might have been an American or a Russian, as they call them—well, you see, she came down into the town. Poor thing, she’d sent me about my business once or twice before: for she couldn’t bear the sight of anything as wasn’t handsome; and I’d got this damaged leg of mine. Your Reverence recollects how I ventured up into a dancing saloon, where seafaring men was carrying on with drink and devilry, as the saying goes. And then, when I was for giving them a bit of an admonition to lead a new life——
Mrs. Alving.
[At the window.] H’m——