Manders.
It is a terrible misfortune, all the same.
Mrs. Alving.
Let us speak of it plainly, as a matter of business.—Are you waiting for Mr. Manders, Engstrand?
Engstrand.
[At the hall door.] That’s just what I’m a-doing of, ma’am.
Mrs. Alving.
Then sit down meanwhile.
Engstrand.
Thank you, ma’am; I’d as soon stand.