Burgomaster.
I was just passing, and so—— [Looks towards the drawing-room.] Ah, I see you have company.
Mrs. Stockmann.
[Rather embarrassed.] Oh no, not at all; it’s the merest chance. [Hurriedly.] Won’t you sit down and have a little supper?
Burgomaster.
I? No, thank you. Good gracious! hot meat in the evening! That wouldn’t suit my digestion.
Mrs. Stockmann.
Oh, for once in a way——
Burgomaster.
No, no,—much obliged to you. I stick to tea and bread and butter. It’s more wholesome in the long run—and rather more economical, too.