Manders.
No, no; I really cannot accept that.
Engstrand.
Oh, that’ll be the way of it, all the same. I know a man as has taken others’ sins upon himself before now, I do.
Manders.
Jacob! [Wrings his hand.] Yours is a rare nature. Well, you shall be helped with your Sailors’ Home. That you may rely upon.
[Engstrand tries to thank him, but cannot for emotion.
Manders.
[Hangs his travelling-bag over his shoulder.] And now let us set out. We two will go together.
Engstrand.