MANDERS. Well well, but——? ENGSTRAND. [_More softy._] And Jacob Engstrand isn’t the man to desert a noble benefactor in the hour of need, as the saying goes. MANDERS. Yes, but my good fellow—how——? ENGSTRAND. Jacob Engstrand may be likened to a sort of a guardian angel, he may, your Reverence. MANDERS. No, no; I really cannot accept that. ENGSTRAND. Oh, that’ll be the way of it, all the same. I know a man as has taken others’ sins upon himself before now, I do. MANDERS. Jacob! [_Wrings his hand._] Yours is a rare nature. Well, you shall be helped with your Sailors’ Home. That you may rely upon. [_ENGSTRAND tries to thank him, but cannot for emotion._ MANDERS. [_Hangs his travelling-bag over his shoulder._] And now let us set out. We two will go together. ENGSTRAND. [_At the dining-room door, softly to REGINA._] You come along too, my lass. You shall live as snug as the yolk in an egg. REGINA. [_Tosses her head._] _Merci!_ [_She goes out into the hall and fetches MANDERS’S overcoat._ MANDERS. Good-bye, Mrs. Alving! and may the spirit of Law and Order descend upon this house, and that quickly. MRS. ALVING. Good-bye, Pastor Manders. [_She goes up towards the conservatory, as she sees OSWALD coming in through the garden door._ ENGSTRAND. [_While he and REGINA help MANDERS to get his coat on._] Good-bye, my child. And if any trouble should come to you, you know where Jacob Engstrand is to be found. [_Softly._] Little Harbour Street, h’m——! [_To MRS. ALVING and OSWALD._] And the refuge for wandering mariners shall be called “Chamberlain Alving’s Home,” that it shall! And if so be as I’m spared to carry on that house in my own way, I make so bold as to promise that it shall be worthy of the Chamberlain’s memory. MANDERS. [_In the doorway._] H’m—h’m!—Come along, my dear Engstrand. Good-bye! Good-bye! [_He and ENGSTRAND go out through the hall._ OSWALD. [_Goes towards the table._] What house was he talking about? MRS. ALVING. Oh, a kind of Home that he and Pastor Manders want to set up. OSWALD. It will burn down like the other. MRS. ALVING. What makes you think so? OSWALD. Everything will burn. All that recalls father’s memory is doomed. Here am I, too, burning down. [_REGINA starts and looks at him._ MRS. ALVING.