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 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