besides—Regina is to have a position in the Orphanage.
Manders. But, after all, remember he is her father
Mrs. Alving.
Oh, I know very well what sort of a father he has been to her. No! She shall never go to him with my goodwill.
Manders.
[Rising.] My clear lady, don't take the matter so warmly. You sadly misjudge poor Engstrand. You seem to be quite terrified
Mrs. Alving.
[More quietly.] It makes no difference. I have taken Regina into my house, and there she shall stay. [Listens.] Hush, my dear Mr. Manders; say no more about it. [Her face lights up with gladness.] Listen! there is Oswald coming downstairs. Now we'll think of no one but him.
Oswald Alving, in a light overcoat, hat in hand, and smoking a large meerschaum, enters by the door on the left; he stops in the doorway.
Oswald.
Oh, I beg your pardon; I thought you were in the study. [Comes forward.] Good-morning, Pastor Manders.
Manders. [Staring.] Ah! How strange!
