Morten Kiil. Couldn't you try ratsbane?
Dr. Stockmann.
Oh, nonsense, nonsense!—But since every one declares it's nothing but fancy, why fancy let it be! Let them have it their own way! Haven't the ignorant, narrow-hearted curs reviled me as an enemy of the people?—and weren't they on the point of tearing the clothes off my back?
Morten Kiil.
And they've smashed all your windows for you too!
Dr. Stockmann.
Yes, and then there's one's duty to one's family! I must talk that over with Katrina; such things are more in her line.
Morten Kiil.
That's right! You just follow the advice of a sensible woman.
Dr. Stockmann.
[Turning upon him angrily.] How could you act so preposterously! Risking Katrina's money, and putting me to this horrible torture! When I look at you, I seem to see the devil himself!
Morten Kiil.
Then I'd better be off. But I must, hear from you, yes or no, by two o'clock. If it's no, all the shares go to the Hospital—and that this very day.
Dr. Stockmann. And what will Katrina get?
