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 Regina.

Have you? That's a good thing for you.

Engstrand.

What can a man spend his ha'pence on here in this country hole?

Regina.

Well, what then?

Engstrand.

Why, you see, I thought of putting the money into some paying speculation. I thought of a sort of a sailor's tavern

Regina.

Pah!

Engstrand.

A regular high-class affair, of course; not any sort of pig-sty for common sailors. No! damn it! it would be for captains and mates, and—and—regular swells, you know.

Regina.

And I was to?

Engstrand.

You were to help, to be sure. Only for the look of the thing, you understand. Devil a bit of hard work shall you have, my girl. You shall do exactly what you like.

Regina.

Oh, indeed!

Engstrand.

But there must be a petticoat in the house;