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 Engstrand.

Well, but that was only when I was a bit on, don't you know? Temptations are manifold in this world, Regina.

Regina.

Ugh!

Engstrand.

And besides, it was when your mother was that aggravating—I had to find something to twit her with, my child. She was always setting up for a fine lady. [Mimics.] "Let me go, Engstrand; let me be. Remember I was three years in Chamberlain Alving's family at Rosenvold." [Laughs.] Mercy on us! She could never forget that the Captain was made a Chamberlain while she was in service here.

Regina.

Poor mother! you very soon tormented her into her grave.

Engstrand.

[With a twist of his shoulders.] Oh, of course! I'm to have the blame for everything.

Regina.

[Turns away; half aloud.] Ugh! And that leg too!

Engstrand.

What do you say, my child?

Regina.

Pied de moulon.

Engstrand.

Is that English, eh?