plenty of good strong drink, don't you know. And no one shall say of Jacob Engstrand that he can't hold off when temptation comes in his way. 

 Regina. Oho! 

 Engstrand. Yes, because there will be a lot of fine folk here tomorrow. Parson Manders is expected from town, too. 

 Regina: What's more, he's coming today. 

 Engstrand. There you are! And I'm going to be precious careful he doesn't have anything to say against me, do you see? 

 Regina. Oh, that's your game, is it? 

 Engstrand. What do you mean? 

 Regina (with a significant look at him). What is it you want to humbug Mr. Manders out of this time? 

 Engstrand. Sh! Sh! Are you crazy? Do you suppose I would want to humbug Mr. Manders? No, no—Mr. Manders has always been too kind a friend for me to do that. But what I wanted to talk to you about, was my going back home tonight. 

 Regina. The sooner you go, the better I shall be pleased. 

 Engstrand. Yes, only I want to take you with me, Regina. 

 Regina (open-mouthed). You want to take me—? What did you say? 

 Engstrand. I want to take you home with me, I said. 

 Regina (contemptuously). You will never get me home with you. 

 Engstrand. Ah, we shall see about that. 

 Regina. Yes, you can be quite certain we shall see about that. I, who have been brought up by a lady like Mrs. Alving?—I, who have been treated almost as if I were her own child?—do you suppose I am going home with you?—to such a house as yours? Not likely! 

 Engstrand. What the devil do you mean? Are you setting yourself up against your father, you hussy? 

 Regina (mutters, without looking at him). You have often told me I was none of yours. 

 Engstrand. Bah!—why do you want to pay any attention to that? 

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