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Dr. Stockmann.

Oh, I can easily manage that; I've finished my morning's visits.

Mrs. Stockmann.

I am very curious to know how he takes it.

Dr. Stockmann.

You'll see he won't be over-pleased that it is I that have made the discovery, and not he himself.

Mrs. Stockmann.

Ah, that's just what I'm afraid of.

Dr. Stockmann.

Of course at bottom he'll be glad. But still—Peter is damnably unwilling that any one but himself should do anything for the good of the town.

Mrs. Stockmann.

Do you know, Thomas, I think you might stretch a point, and share the honour with him. Couldn't it appear that it was he that put you on the track——?

Dr. Stockmann.

By all means, for aught I care. If only I can get things put straight——

Old Morten Kiil puts his head in at the hall door, and asks slyly:

Morten Kiil.

Is it—is it true?