MANDERS. And you stood and looked on?

ENGSTRAND. Yes; I saw it as plain as a pike-staff, I did.

MANDERS. It's quite beyond my comprehension. Besides, it has never
been my habit to snuff candles with my fingers.

ENGSTRAND. And terrible risky it looked, too, that it did! But is
there such a deal of harm done after all, your Reverence?

MANDERS. [Walks restlessly to and fro.] Oh, don't ask me!

ENGSTRAND. [Walks with him.] And your Reverence hadn't insured it,
neither?

MANDERS. [Continuing to walk up and down.] No, no, no; I have told
you so.

ENGSTRAND. [Following him.] Not insured! And then to go straight
away down and set light to the whole thing! Lord, Lord, what a
misfortune!

MANDERS. [Wipes the sweat from his forehead.] Ay, you may well say
that, Engstrand.

ENGSTRAND. And to think that such a thing should happen to a
benevolent Institution, that was to have been a blessing both to
town and country, as the saying goes! The newspapers won't be for
handling your Reverence very gently, I expect.