But there was no one else carrying a light there
except you, sir.
Manders (standing still). Yes, so you say. But I have no clear
recollection of having had a light in my hand.
Engstrand. But I saw quite distinctly your reverence take a
candle and snuff it with your fingers and throw away the burning
bit of wick among the shavings.
Manders. Did you see that?
Engstrand. Yes, distinctly.
Manders. I can't understand it at all. It is never my habit to
snuff a candle with my fingers.
Engstrand. Yes, it wasn't like you to do that, sir. But, who
would have thought it could be such a dangerous thing to do?
Manders (walking restlessly backwards and forwards) Oh, don't ask
me!
Engstrand (following him about). And you hadn't insured it
either, had you, sir?
Manders. No, no, no; you heard me say so.
Engstrand. You hadn't insured it--and then went and set light to
the whole place! Good Lord, what bad luck!
Manders (wiping the perspiration from his forehead). You may well
say so, Engstrand.
Engstrand.
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