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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
