Mrs. Alving, with a shawl over her head, stands in the conservatory, looking out. Regina, also with a shawl on, stands a little behind her.
Mrs. Alving.
The whole thing burnt!—burnt to the ground!
Regina.
The basement is still burning.
Mrs. Alving.
How is it Oswald doesn’t come home? There’s nothing to be saved.
Regina.
Should you like me to take down his hat to him?
Mrs. Alving.