Manders.
[Wipes the sweat from his forehead.] Ay, you may well say that, Engstrand.
Engstrand.
And to think that such a thing should happen to a benevolent Institution, that was to have been a blessing both to town and country, as the saying goes! The newspapers won’t be for handling your Reverence very gently, I expect.
Manders.
No; that is just what I am thinking of. That is almost the worst of the whole matter. All the malignant attacks and imputations——! Oh, it makes me shudder to think of it!
Mrs. Alving.
[Comes in from the garden.] He is not to be persuaded to leave the fire.
Manders.
Ah, there you are, Mrs. Alving.