happen; who knows? It may happen! 

 Engstrand. What may happen? 

 Regina. Never you mind. Is it much that you have put by, up here? 

 Engstrand. Taking it all round, I should say about forty or fifty pounds. 

 Regina. That's not so bad. 

 Engstrand. It's enough to make a start with, my girl. 

 Regina. Don't you mean to give me any of the money? 

 Engstrand. No, I'm hanged if I do. 

 Regina. Don't you mean to send me as much as a dress-length of stuff, just for once? 

 Engstrand. Come and live in the town with me and you shall have plenty of dresses. 

 Regina: Pooh!—I can get that much for myself, if I have a mind to. 

 Engstrand. But it's far better to have a father's guiding hand, Regina. Just now I can get a nice house in Little Harbour Street. They don't want much money down for it—and we could make it like a sort of seamen's home, don't you know. 

 Regina. But I have no intention of living with you! I'll have nothing whatever to do with you: So now, be off! 

 Engstrand. You wouldn't be living with me long, my girl. No such luck—not if you knew how to play your cards. Such a fine wench as you have grown this last year or two... 

 Regina. Well—? 

 Engstrand. It wouldn't be very long before some first mate came along—or perhaps a captain. 

 Regina. I don't mean to marry a man of that sort. Sailors have no savoir-vivre. 

 Engstrand. What haven't they got? 

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