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 Mrs. Alving.

They will do neither one thing nor the other; for now I can speak out plainly.

Manders.

You surely will not do that! No, no, no!

Mrs. Alving.

Yes, I can speak and I will. And no ideals shall suffer after all.

Oswald.

Mother—what is it you are hiding from me?

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.