The collected works of Henrik Ibsen, Vol. 07 (of 11)Ibsen, Henrik
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The collected works of Henrik Ibsen, Vol. 07 (of 11)
Ibsen, Henrik
Ibsen, Henrik, 1828-1906 -- Translations into English; Norwegian drama -- Translations into English
[_Stamps._] Stop your swearing!
ENGSTRAND.
Hush, hush; you’re right enough there, my girl. What I wanted to say was
just this—I’ve laid by a very tidy pile from this Orphanage job.
REGINA.
Have you? That’s a good thing for you.
ENGSTRAND.
What can a man spend his ha’pence on here in this country hole?
REGINA.
Well, what then?
ENGSTRAND.
Why, you see, I thought of putting the money into some paying
speculation. I thought of a sort of a sailor’s tavern——
REGINA.
Pah!
ENGSTRAND.
A regular high-class affair, of course; not any sort of pig-sty for
common sailors. No! damn it! it would be for captains and mates,
and—and—regular swells, you know.
REGINA.
And I was to——?
ENGSTRAND.
You were to help, to be sure. Only for the look of the thing, you
understand. Devil a bit of hard work shall you have, my girl. You shall
do exactly what you like.
REGINA.
Oh, indeed!
ENGSTRAND.
But there must be a petticoat in the house; that’s as clear as daylight.
For I want to have it a bit lively-like in the evenings, with singing
and dancing, and so on. You must remember they’re weary wanderers on the
ocean of life. [_Nearer._] Now don’t be a fool and stand in your own
light, Regina. What’s to become of you out here? Your mistress has given
you a lot of learning; but what good is _that_ to you? You’re to look
after the children at the new Orphanage, I hear. Is _that_ the sort of
thing for you, eh? Are you so dead set on wearing your life out for a
pack of dirty brats?
REGINA.
No; if things go as I want them to——Well there’s no saying—there’s no
saying.
ENGSTRAND.
What do you mean by “there’s no saying”?
REGINA.
Never you mind.—How much money have you saved?
ENGSTRAND.
What with one thing and another, a matter of seven or eight hundred
crowns.[12]
REGINA.
That’s not so bad.
ENGSTRAND.
It’s enough to make a start with, my girl.
REGINA.
Aren’t you thinking of giving me any?
ENGSTRAND.
No, I’m blest if I am!
REGINA.
Not even of sending me a scrap of stuff for a new dress?
ENGSTRAND.
Come to town with me, my lass, and you’ll soon get dresses enough.
REGINA.
Pooh! I can do that on my own account, if I want to.
ENGSTRAND.
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