Engstrand.
Well then, here’s the very chance. With the bit of money I’ve saved here, I was thinking I might set up a Sailors’ Home down in the town.
Mrs. Alving.
You?
Engstrand.
Yes; it might be a sort of Orphanage, too, in a manner of speaking. There’s such a many temptations for seafaring folk ashore. But in this Home of mine, a man might feel like as he was under a father’s eye, I was thinking.
Manders.
What do you say to this, Mrs. Alving?
Engstrand.
It isn’t much as I’ve got to start with, Lord help me! But if I could only find a helping hand, why——