Dr. Stockmann.
[Rising and going towards her.] And you only bring it me now?
Petra.
I really hadn't time to run up again. Here it is.
Dr. Stockmann.
[Seizing the letter.] Let me see, let me see, child. [Reads the address.] Yes; this is it!
Mrs. Stockmann.
Is it the one you have been so anxious about, Thomas?
Dr. Stockmann.
Yes it is. I must go at once. Where shall I find a light, Katrina? Is there no lamp in my study again!
Mrs. Stockmann.
Yes—the lamp is lighted. It's on the writing-table.
Dr. Stockmann.
Good, good. Excuse me one moment
[He goes into the room on the right.
Petra.
What can it be, mother?
Mrs. Stockmann.
I don't know. For the last few days he has been continually on the look-out for the postman.
Billing.
Probably a country patient
Petra.
Poor father! He'll soon have far too much
