designs; and that it was vouchsafed me to lead you back to the path of duty, and home to your lawful husband.
Mrs. Alving.
Yes, Pastor Manders, that was certainly your work.
Manders.
I was but a poor instrument in a Higher Hand. And what a blessing has it not proved to you, all the days of your life, that I induced you to resume the yoke of duty and obedience! Did not everything happen as I foretold? Did not Alving turn his back on his errors, as a man should? Did he not live with you from that time, lovingly and blamelessly, all his days? Did he not become a benefactor to the whole district? And did he not help you to rise to his own level, so that you, little by little, became his assistant in all his undertakings? And a capital assistant, too—oh, I know, Mrs. Alving, that praise is due to you.—But now I come to the next great error in your life.
Mrs. Alving.
What do you mean?
Manders.
Just as you once disowned a wife's duty, so you have since disowned a mother's.
Mrs. Alving.
Ah!
Manders.
You have been all your life under the dominion of a pestilent spirit of self-will. The whole bias of your mind has been towards insubordination
