[_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._ MRS. ALVING. My shawl, Regina! The whole place is in a blaze! MANDERS. Terrible! Mrs. Alving, it is a judgment upon this abode of lawlessness. MRS. ALVING. Yes, of course. Come, Regina. [_She and REGINA hasten out through the hall._ MANDERS. [_Clasps his hands together._] And we left it uninsured! [_He goes out the same way._ ----- Footnote 13: A phrase equivalent to the German _Prosit die Mahlzeit_—“May good digestion wait on appetite.” ACT THIRD. _The room as before. All the doors stand open. The lamp is still burning on the table. It is dark out of doors; there is only a faint glow from the conflagration in the background to the left._ _MRS. ALVING, with a shawl over her head, stands in the conservatory, looking out. REGINA, also with a shawl on, stands a little behind her._ MRS. ALVING. The whole thing burnt!—burnt to the ground! REGINA. The basement is still burning. MRS. ALVING. How is it Oswald doesn’t come home? There’s nothing to be saved. REGINA. Should you like me to take down his hat to him? MRS. ALVING. Has he not even got his hat on? REGINA. [_Pointing to the hall._] No; there it hangs. 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—— MANDERS.