Manders.
Filled out? Well, perhaps a little; just enough.
[Short pause.
Regina.
Shall I tell Mrs. Alving you are here?
Manders.
Thanks, thanks, there is no hurry, my dear child.—By-the-bye, Regina, my good girl, tell me: how is your father getting on out here?
Regina.
Oh, thank you, sir, he's getting on well enough.
Manders.
He called upon me last time he was in town.
Regina.
Did he, indeed? He's always so glad of a chance of talking to you, sir.
Manders.
And you often look in upon him at his work, I daresay?
Regina.
I? Oh, of course, when I have time, I
Manders.
Your father is not a man of strong character, Miss Engstrand. He stands terribly in need of a guiding hand.
Regina.
Oh, yes; I daresay he does.
Manders.
He requires some one near him whom he cares
