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 brought me up as a gentleman's daughter, ma'am; it would have suited me better. [Tosses her head.] But pooh—what does it matter! [With a bitter side glance at the corked bottle.] I may come to drink champagne with gentlefolks yet.

Mrs. Alving.

And if you ever need a home, Regina, come to me.

Regina.

No, thank you, ma'am. Pastor Manders will look after me, I know. And if the worst comes to the worst, I know of one house where I've every right to a place.

Mrs. Alving.

Where is that?

Regina.

"Chamberlain Alving's Home."

Mrs. Alving.

Regina—now I see it—you are going to your ruin.

Regina.

Oh, stuff! Good-bye.

[She nods and goes out through the hall.

Oswald.

[Stands at the window and looks out.] Is she gone?

Mrs. Alving.

Yes.

Oswald.

[Murmuring aside to himself.] I think it was a mistake, this.