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Regina.
Have you? That's a good thing for you.
Engstrand.
What can a man spend his ha'pence on here in this country hole?
Regina.
Well, what then?
Engstrand.
Why, you see, I thought of putting the money into some paying speculation. I thought of a sort of a sailor's tavern
Regina.
Pah!
Engstrand.
A regular high-class affair, of course; not any sort of pig-sty for common sailors. No! damn it! it would be for captains and mates, and—and—regular swells, you know.
Regina.
And I was to?
Engstrand.
You were to help, to be sure. Only for the look of the thing, you understand. Devil a bit of hard work shall you have, my girl. You shall do exactly what you like.
Regina.
Oh, indeed!
Engstrand.
But there must be a petticoat in the house;
