Hilmar.
I beg your pardon, Doctor.
Mrs. Bernick.
Just when everything was so nice and quiet too!
Hilmar.
Well, for my part, I shouldn’t mind their beginning their bickerings again. It would be a variety at least.
Rörlund.
I think we can dispense with that sort of variety.
Hilmar.
It depends upon one’s constitution. Some natures crave for a Titanic struggle now and then. But there’s no room for that sort of thing in our petty provincial life, and it’s not every one that can—— [Turning over the leaves of Rörlund’s book.] “Woman as the Servant of Society”—what rubbish is this!