Nor I. But, what are we to do?
Manders. Yes, what are we to do? Upon my word I don't know; I am
so completely unaccustomed to things of this kind.
Mrs. Alving. I am convinced that nothing serious has happened
yet.
Manders. Heaven forbid! But it is most unseemly behaviour, for
all that.
Mrs. Alving. It is nothing more than a foolish jest of Oswald's,
you may be sure.
Manders. Well, of course, as I said, I am quite inexperienced in
such matters; but it certainly seems to me--
Mrs. Alving. Out of the house she shall go--and at once. That
part of it is as clear as daylight--
Manders. Yes, that is quite clear.
Mrs. Alving. But where is she to go? We should not be justified
in--
Manders. Where to? Home to her father, of course.
Mrs. Alving. To whom, did you say?
Manders. To her--. No, of course Engstrand isn't--. But, great
heavens, Mrs. Alving, how is such a thing possible? You surely
may have been mistaken, in spite of everything.
Mrs. Alving. There was no chance of mistake, more's the pity.
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