REGINA. [Listening.] Oh, ma'am, listen! Don't you hear shouts outside.         [She goes into the conservatory and looks out.]       

         OSWALD. [At the window on the left.] What's going on? Where does that light come from?       

         REGINA. [Cries out.] The Orphanage is on fire!       

         MRS. ALVING. [Rushing to the window.] On fire!       

         MANDERS. On fire! Impossible! I've just come from there.       

         OSWALD. Where's my hat? Oh, never mind it—Father's Orphanage—!         [He rushes out through the garden door.]       

         MRS. ALVING. My shawl, Regina! The whole place is in a blaze!       

         MANDERS. Terrible! Mrs. Alving, it is a judgment upon this abode of lawlessness.       

         MRS. ALVING. Yes, of course. Come, Regina. [She and REGINA hasten out through the hall.]       

         MANDERS. [Clasps his hands together.] And we left it uninsured! [He goes         out the same way.]       

         ACT THIRD.       

         [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?       

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