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.
