Regina. Haven't you many and many a time abused me and called me a —? For shame? 

 Engstrand. I'll swear I never used such an ugly word. 

 Regina. Oh, it doesn't matter what word you used. 

 Engstrand. Besides, that was only when I was a bit fuddled...hm! Temptations are manifold in this world, Regina. 

 Regina. Ugh! 

 Engstrand. And it was when your mother was in a nasty temper. I had to find some way of getting my knife into her, my girl. She was always so precious gentile. (Mimicking her.) "Let go, Jacob! Let me be! Please to remember that I was three years with the Alvings at Rosenvold, and they were people who went to Court!" (Laughs.) Bless my soul, she never could forget that Captain Alving got a Court appointment while she was in service here. 

 Regina. Poor mother—you worried her into her grave pretty soon. 

 Engstrand (shrugging his shoulders). Of course, of course; I have got to take the blame for everything. 

 Regina (beneath her breath, as she turns away). Ugh—that leg, too! 

 Engstrand. What are you saying, my girl? 

 Regina. Pied de mouton. 

 Engstrand. Is that English? 

 Regina. Yes. 

 Engstrand. You have had a good education out here, and no mistake; and it may stand you in good stead now, Regina. 

 Regina (after a short silence). And what was it you wanted me to come to town for? 

 Engstrand. Need you ask why a father wants his only child? Ain't I a poor lonely widower? 

 Regina. Oh, don't come to me with that tale. Why do you want me to go? 

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