MANDERS. We will hope not. But I mean, what is the truth about you and Regina? You pa.s.s for her father, eh!
ENGSTRAND. [Uncertain.] Well--h"m--your Reverence knows all about me and poor Johanna.
MANDERS. Come now, no more prevarication! Your wife told Mrs. Alving the whole story before quitting her service.
ENGSTRAND. Well, then, may--! Now, did she really?
MANDERS. You see we know you now, Engstrand.
ENGSTRAND. And she swore and took her Bible oath--
MANDERS. Did she take her Bible oath?
ENGSTRAND. No; she only swore; but she did it that solemn-like.
MANDERS. And you have hidden the truth from me all these years? Hidden it from me, who have trusted you without reserve, in everything.
ENGSTRAND. Well, I can"t deny it.
MANDERS. Have I deserved this of you, Engstrand? Have I not always been ready to help you in word and deed, so far as it lay in my power? Answer me. Have I not?
ENGSTRAND. It would have been a poor look-out for me many a time but for the Reverend Mr. Manders.
MANDERS. And this is how you reward me! You cause me to enter falsehoods in the Church Register, and you withhold from me, year after year, the explanations you owed alike to me and to the truth. Your conduct has been wholly inexcusable, Engstrand; and from this time forward I have done with you!
ENGSTRAND. [With a sigh.] Yes! I suppose there"s no help for it.
MANDERS. How can you possibly justify yourself?
ENGSTRAND. Who could ever have thought she"d have gone and made bad worse by talking about it? Will your Reverence just fancy yourself in the same trouble as poor Johanna--
MANDERS. I!
ENGSTRAND. Lord bless you, I don"t mean just exactly the same. But I mean, if your Reverence had anything to be ashamed of in the eyes of the world, as the saying goes. We menfolk oughtn"t to judge a poor woman too hardly, your Reverence.
MANDERS. I am not doing so. It is you I am reproaching.
ENGSTRAND. Might I make so bold as to ask your Reverence a bit of a question?
MANDERS. Yes, if you want to.
ENGSTRAND. Isn"t it right and proper for a man to raise up the fallen?
MANDERS. Most certainly it is.
ENGSTRAND. And isn"t a man bound to keep his sacred word?
MANDERS. Why, of course he is; but--
ENGSTRAND. When Johanna had got into trouble through that Englishman--or it might have been an American or a Russian, as they call them--well, you see, she came down into the town. Poor thing, she"d sent me about my business once or twice before: for she couldn"t bear the sight of anything as wasn"t handsome; and I"d got this damaged leg of mine. Your Reverence recollects how I ventured up into a dancing saloon, where seafaring men was carrying on with drink and devilry, as the saying goes. And then, when I was for giving them a bit of an admonition to lead a new life--
MRS. ALVING. [At the window.] H"m--
MANDERS. I know all about that, Engstrand; the ruffians threw you downstairs. You have told me of the affair already. Your infirmity is an honour to you.
ENGSTRAND. I"m not puffed up about it, your Reverence. But what I wanted to say was, that when she cane and confessed all to me, with weeping and gnashing of teeth, I can tell your Reverence I was sore at heart to hear it.
MANDERS. Were you indeed, Engstrand? Well, go on.
ENGSTRAND. So I says to her, "The American, he"s sailing about on the boundless sea. And as for you, Johanna," says I, "you"ve committed a grievous sin, and you"re a fallen creature. But Jacob Engstrand,"
says I, "he"s got two good legs to stand upon, he has--" You see, your Reverence, I was speaking figurative-like.
MANDERS. I understand quite well. Go on.
ENGSTRAND. Well, that was how I raised her up and made an honest woman of her, so as folks shouldn"t get to know how as she"d gone astray with foreigners.
MANDERS. In all that you acted very well. Only I cannot approve of your stooping to take money--
ENGSTRAND. Money? I? Not a farthing!
MANDERS. [Inquiringly to MRS. ALVING.] But--
ENGSTRAND. Oh, wait a minute!--now I recollect. Johanna did have a trifle of money. But I would have nothing to do with that. "No," says I, "that"s mammon; that"s the wages of sin. This dirty gold--or notes, or whatever it was--we"ll just flint, that back in the American"s face,"
says I. But he was off and away, over the stormy sea, your Reverence.
MANDERS. Was he really, my good fellow?
ENGSTRAND. He was indeed, sir. So Johanna and I, we agreed that the money should go to the child"s education; and so it did, and I can account for every blessed farthing of it.
MANDERS. Why, this alters the case considerably.
ENGSTRAND. That"s just how it stands, your Reverence. And I make so bold as to say as I"ve been an honest father to Regina, so far as my poor strength went; for I"m but a weak vessel, worse luck!
MANDERS. Well, well, my good fellow--
ENGSTRAND. All the same, I bear myself witness as I"ve brought up the child, and lived kindly with poor Johanna, and ruled over my own house, as the Scripture has it. But it couldn"t never enter my head to go to your Reverence and puff myself up and boast because even the likes of me had done some good in the world. No, sir; when anything of that sort happens to Jacob Engstrand, he holds his tongue about it. It don"t happen so terrible often, I daresay. And when I do come to see your Reverence, I find a mortal deal that"s wicked and weak to talk about.
For I said it before, and I says it again--a man"s conscience isn"t always as clean as it might be.
MANDERS. Give me your hand, Jacob Engstrand.
ENGSTRAND. Oh, Lord! your Reverence--
MANDERS. Come, no nonsense [wrings his hand]. There we are!
ENGSTRAND. And if I might humbly beg your Reverence"s pardon--
MANDERS. You? On the contrary, it is I who ought to beg your pardon--
ENGSTRAND. Lord, no, Sir!