Dr. Stockmann. A good conscience, too, I hope.
Morten Kiil. Bah!—No, it is something better than that. (He takes a thick pocket-book from his breast-pocket, opens it, and displays a packet of papers.)
Dr. Stockmann (looking at him in astonishment). Shares in the Baths?
Morten Kiil. They were not difficult to get today.
Dr. Stockmann. And you have been buying—?
Morten Kiil. As many as I could pay for.
Dr. Stockmann. But, my dear Mr. Kiil—consider the state of the Baths' affairs!
Morten Kiil. If you behave like a reasonable man, you can soon set the Baths on their feet again.
Dr. Stockmann. Well, you can see for yourself that I have done all I can, but—. They are all mad in this town!
Morten Kiil. You said yesterday that the worst of this pollution came from my tannery. If that is true, then my grandfather and my father before me, and I myself, for many years past, have been poisoning the town like three destroying angels. Do you think I am going to sit quiet under that reproach?