Manders.
And the result can by no means be foretold.
Engstrand.
[Comes close to him.] Ay, but it can though. For here stands old Jacob Engstrand.
Manders.
Well well, but?
Engstrand.
[More softy.] And Jacob Engstrand isn't the man to desert a noble benefactor in the hour of need, as the saying goes.
Manders.
Yes, but my good fellow—how?
Engstrand.
Jacob Engstrand may be likened to a sort of a guardian angel, he may, your Reverence.
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.
