Mrs. Stockmann.
[Smiling.] You mustn’t think Thomas and I are mere spendthrifts, either.
Burgomaster.
You are not, sister-in-law; far be it from me to say that. [Pointing to the Doctor’s study.] Is he not at home?
Mrs. Stockmann.
No, he has gone for a little turn after supper—with the boys.
Burgomaster.
I wonder if that is a good thing to do? [Listening.] There he is, no doubt.
Mrs. Stockmann.
No, that is not he. [A knock.] Come in!