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