Ulfheim.
[Growls.] Haven't had the honour of seeing any steamer. [With his arms akimbo.] Don't you know that I sail my own cutter? [To the Servant.] Look well after your fellow-creatures, Lars. But take care you keep them ravenous, all the same. Fresh meat-bones—but not too much meat on them, do you hear? And be sure it's reeking raw, and bloody. And get something in your own belly while you're about it. [Aiming a kick at him.] Now then, go to hell with you!
[The Servant goes out with the dogs, behind the corner of the hotel.]
The Inspector.
Would not Mr. Ulfheim like to go into the dining-room in the meantime?
Ulfheim.
In among all the half-dead flies and people? No, thank you a thousand times, Mr. Inspector.
The Inspector.
Well, well, as you please.
Ulfheim.
But get the housekeeper to prepare a hamper for me as usual. There must be plenty of provender in it—and lots of brandy—! You can tell her that I or Lars will come and play Old Harry with her if she doesn't
