REGINA. [Pointing to the hall.] No; there it hangs.       

         MRS. ALVING. Let it be. He must come up now. I shall go and look for him myself. [She goes out through the garden door.]       

         MANDERS. [Comes in from the hall.] Is not Mrs. Alving here?       

         REGINA. She has just gone down the garden.       

         MANDERS. This is the most terrible night I ever went through.       

         REGINA. Yes; isn't it a dreadful misfortune, sir?       

         MANDERS. Oh, don't talk about it! I can hardly bear to think of it.       

         REGINA. How can it have happened—?       

         MANDERS. Don't ask me, Miss Engstrand! How should I know? Do you, too—? Is it not enough that your father—?       

         REGINA. What about him?       

         MANDERS. Oh, he has driven me distracted—       

         ENGSTRAND. [Enters through the hall.] Your Reverence—       

         MANDERS. [Turns round in terror.] Are you after me here, too?       

         ENGSTRAND. Yes, strike me dead, but I must—! Oh, Lord! what am I saying? But this is a terrible ugly business, your Reverence.       

         MANDERS. [Walks to and fro.] Alas! alas!       

         REGINA. What's the matter?       

         ENGSTRAND. Why, it all came of this here prayer-meeting, you see.         [Softly.] The bird's limed, my girl. [Aloud.] And to think it should be my doing that such a thing should be his Reverence's doing!       

         MANDERS. But I assure you, Engstrand—       

         ENGSTRAND. There wasn't another soul except your Reverence as ever laid a finger on the candles down there.       

         MANDERS. [Stops.] So you declare. But I 

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