REGINA. Pooh! I can do that on my own account, if I want to.

ENGSTRAND. 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;