No, of course, he’s to be a mere stick-in-the-mud, like so many others.
Rörlund.
Why do you not go to America yourself?
Hilmar.
I? With my complaint? Of course no one here has any consideration for that. But besides—one has duties towards the society one belongs to. There must be some one to hold high the banner of the ideal. Ugh, there he is shouting again!
The Ladies.
Who is shouting?
Hilmar.
Oh, I don’t know. They are talking rather loud in there, and it makes me so nervous.
Mrs. Rummel.