Manders.
[Walks to and fro.] Alas! alas!
Regina.
What’s the matter?
Engstrand.
Why, it all came of this here prayer-meeting, you see. [Softly.] The bird’s limed, my girl. [Aloud.] And to think it should be my doing that such a thing should be his Reverence’s doing!
Manders.
But I assure you, Engstrand——
Engstrand.
There wasn’t another soul except your Reverence as ever laid a finger on the candles down there.