Mrs. Alving (walking up and down, and trying to control her
agitation). Nor I. But, what are we to do?

Manders. Yes, what are we to do? Upon my word I don't know; I am
so completely unaccustomed to things of this kind.

Mrs. Alving. I am convinced that nothing serious has happened
yet.

Manders. Heaven forbid! But it is most unseemly behaviour, for
all that.

Mrs. Alving. It is nothing more than a foolish jest of Oswald's,
you may be sure.

Manders. Well, of course, as I said, I am quite inexperienced in
such matters; but it certainly seems to me--

Mrs. Alving. Out of the house she shall go--and at once. That
part of it is as clear as daylight--

Manders. Yes, that is quite clear.

Mrs. Alving. But where is she to go? We should not be justified
in--

Manders. Where to? Home to her father, of course.

Mrs. Alving. To whom, did you say?