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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.
