understand you.
Act III
The room as before. All the doors stand open. The lamp is still burning on the table. It is dark out of doors; there is only a faint glow from the conflagration in the background to the left.
| Mrs. Alving, with a shawl over her head, stands in the conservatory, looking out. Regina, also with a shawl on, stands a little behind her. | |
| Mrs. Alving | The whole thing burnt!—burnt to the ground! |
| Regina | The basement is still burning. |
| Mrs. Alving | How is it Oswald doesn’t come home? There’s nothing to be saved. |
| Regina | Should you like me to take down his hat to him? |
| Mrs. Alving | Has he not even got his hat on? |
| Regina | Pointing to the hall. No; there it hangs. |
| Mrs. Alving | Let it be. He must come up now. I shall go and look for him myself. She goes out through the garden door. |
| Manders | Comes in from the hall. Is not Mrs. Alving here? |
| Regina | She has just gone down the garden. |
| Manders | This is the most terrible night I ever went through. |
| Regina | Yes; isn’t it a dreadful misfortune, sir? |
| Manders | Oh, don’t talk about it! I can hardly bear to think of it. |
| Regina | How can it have happened—? |
| Manders | Don’t ask me, Miss Engstrand! How should I know? Do you, too—? Is it not enough that your father—? |
| Regina | What about him? |
| Manders | Oh, he has driven me distracted— |
| Engstrand | Enters through the hall. Your Reverence— |
| Manders | Turns round in terror. Are you after me here, too? |
| Engstrand | Yes, strike me dead, but I must—! Oh, Lord! what am I saying? But this is a terrible ugly business, your Reverence. |
| Manders | Walks to and fro. Alas! alas! |
| Regina | What’s the matter? |
| Engstrand | Why, it all came of this here prayer-meeting, you see. Softly. The bird’s limed, my girl. Aloud. And to think it should be my doing that such a thing should be his Reverence’s doing! |
| Manders | But I assure you, Engstrand— |
| Engstrand | There wasn’t another soul except your Reverence as ever laid a finger on the candles down there. |
| Manders | Stops. So you declare. But I certainly cannot recollect that I ever had a candle in my hand. |
| Engstrand | And I saw as clear as daylight how your Reverence took the candle and snuffed it with your fingers, and threw away the snuff among the shavings. |
| Manders | And you stood and looked on? |
| Engstrand | Yes; I saw it as plain as a pikestaff, I did. |
| Manders | It’s quite beyond my comprehension. Besides, it has never been my habit to snuff candles with my fingers. |
| Engstrand | And terrible risky it looked, too, that it did! But is there such a deal of harm done after all, your Reverence? |
| Manders | Walks restlessly to and fro. Oh, don’t ask me! |
| Engstrand | Walks with him. And your Reverence hadn’t insured it, neither? |
| Manders | Continuing to walk up and down. No, no, no; I have told you so. |
| Engstrand | Following him. Not insured! And then to go straight away down and set light to the whole thing! Lord, Lord, what a misfortune! |
| Manders | Wipes the sweat from his forehead. Ay, you may well say that, Engstrand. |
| Engstrand | And to think that such a thing should happen to a benevolent Institution, that was to have been a blessing both to town and country, as the saying goes! The newspapers won’t be for handling your Reverence very gently, I expect. |
| Manders | No; that is just what I am thinking of. That is almost the worst of the whole matter. All the malignant attacks and imputations—! Oh, it makes me shudder to think of it! |
| Mrs. Alving | Comes in from the garden. He is not to be persuaded to leave the fire. |
| Manders | Ah, there you are, Mrs. Alving. |
| Mrs. Alving | So you have escaped your Inaugural Address, Pastor Manders. |
| Manders | Oh, I should so gladly— |
| Mrs. Alving | In an undertone. It is all for the best. That Orphanage would have done no one any good. |
| Manders | Do you think not? |
| Mrs. Alving | Do you think it would? |
| Manders | It is a terrible misfortune, all the same. |
| Mrs. Alving | Let us speak of it plainly, as a matter of business.—Are you waiting for Mr. Manders, Engstrand? |
| Engstrand | At the hall door. That’s just what I’m |