Manders.
No doubt; you are quite right. We townspeople give too little thought to that.
[He begins to take off his overcoat.
Regina.
Oh, mayn't I help you?—There! Why, how wet it is? I'll just hang it up in the hall. And your umbrella, too—I'll open it and let it dry.
[She goes out with the things through the second door on the right. Pastor Manders takes off his travelling-bag and lays it and his hat on a chair. Meanwhile Regina comes in again.
Manders.
Ah, it's a comfort to get safe under cover. I hope everything is going on well here?
Regina.
Yes, thank you, sir.
Manders.
You have your hands full, I suppose, in preparation for to-morrow?
Regina.
Yes, there's plenty to do, of course.
Manders.
And Mrs. Alving is at home, I trust?
Regina.
Oh dear, yes. She's just upstairs, looking after the young master's chocolate.
