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!

MANDERS. Yes, assuredly. And I do it with all my heart. Forgive me
for misunderstanding you. I only wish I could give you some proof
of my hearty regret, and of my good-will towards you--

ENGSTRAND. Would your Reverence do it?

MANDERS. With the greatest pleasure.

ENGSTRAND. Well then, here's the very chance. With the bit of money
I've saved here, I was thinking I might set up a Sailors' Home down
in the town.