Engstrand.
[Comes close to him.] Ay, but it can though. For here stands old Jacob Engstrand.
Manders.
Well well, but——?
Engstrand.
[More softy.] And Jacob Engstrand isn’t the man to desert a noble benefactor in the hour of need, as the saying goes.
Manders.
Yes, but my good fellow—how——?
Engstrand.
Jacob Engstrand may be likened to a sort of a guardian angel, he may, your Reverence.