No, a father’s guiding hand is what you want, Regina. Now, I’ve got my eye on a capital house in Little Harbour Street. They don’t want much ready-money; and it could be a sort of a Sailors’ Home, you know. REGINA. But I will _not_ live with you! I have nothing whatever to do with you. Be off! ENGSTRAND. You wouldn’t stop long with me, my girl. No such luck! If you knew how to play your cards, such a fine figure of a girl as you’ve grown in the last year or two—— REGINA. Well? ENGSTRAND. You’d soon get hold of some mate—or maybe even a captain—— REGINA. I won’t marry any one of that sort. Sailors have no _savoir vivre_. ENGSTRAND. What’s that they haven’t got? REGINA. I know what sailors are, I tell you. They’re not the sort of people to marry. ENGSTRAND. Then never mind about marrying them. You can make it pay all the same. [_More confidentially._] He—the Englishman—the man with the yacht—he came down with three hundred dollars, he did; and she wasn’t a bit handsomer than you. REGINA. [_Making for him._] Out you go! ENGSTRAND. [_Falling back._] Come, come! You’re not going to hit me, I hope. REGINA. Yes, if you begin talking about mother I shall hit you. Get away with you, I say! [_Drives him back towards the garden door._] And don’t slam the doors. Young Mr. Alving—— ENGSTRAND. He’s asleep; I know. You’re mightily taken up about young Mr. Alving——[_More softly._] Oho! you don’t mean to say it’s him as——? REGINA. Be off this minute! You’re crazy, I tell you! No, not that way. There comes Pastor Manders. Down the kitchen stairs with you. ENGSTRAND. [_Towards the right._] Yes, yes, I’m going. But just you talk to him as is coming there. _He’s_ the man to tell you what a child owes its father. For I _am_ your father all the same, you know. I can prove it from the church register. [_He goes out through the second door to the right, which REGINA has opened, and closes again after him. REGINA glances hastily at herself in the mirror, dusts herself with her pocket handkerchief, and settles her necktie; then she busies herself with the flowers._ _PASTOR MANDERS, wearing an overcoat, carrying an umbrella, and with a small travelling-bag on a strap over his shoulder, comes through the garden door into the conservatory._ MANDERS. Good-morning, Miss Engstrand. REGINA.