MANDERS: You have established a happy illusion in your son's heart, Mrs. Alving; and assuredly you ought not to undervalue it. MRS. ALVING: H'm; who knows whether it is so happy after all--? But, at any rate, I will not have any tampering with Regina. He shall not go and wreck the poor girl's life. MANDERS: No; good God--that would be terrible! MRS. ALVING: If I knew he was in earnest, and that it would be for his happiness-- MANDERS: What? What then? MRS. ALVING: But it couldn't be; for unfortunately Regina is not the right sort of woman. MANDERS: Well, what then? What do you mean? MRS. ALVING: If I weren't such a pitiful coward, I should say to him, "Marry her, or make what arrangement you please, only let us have nothing underhand about it." MANDERS: Merciful heavens, would you let them marry! Anything so dreadful--! so unheard of-- MRS. ALVING: Do you really mean "unheard of"? Frankly, Pastor Manders, do you suppose that throughout the country there are not plenty of married couples as closely akin as they? MANDERS: I don't in the least understand you. MRS. ALVING: Oh yes, indeed you do. MANDERS: Ah, you are thinking of the possibility that--Alas! yes, family life is certainly not always so pure as it ought to be. But in such a case as you point to, one can never know--at least with any certainty. Here, on the other hand--that you, a mother, can think of letting your son-- MRS. ALVING: But I cannot--I wouldn't for anything in the world; that is precisely what I am saying. MANDERS: No, because you are a "coward," as you put it. But if you were not a "coward," then--? Good God! a connection so shocking! MRS. ALVING: So far as that goes, they say we are all sprung from connections of that sort. And who is it that arranged the world so, Pastor Manders? MANDERS: Questions of that kind I must decline to discuss with you, Mrs. Alving; you are far from being in the right frame of mind for them. But that you dare to call your scruples "cowardly"--!