Hovstad.
To close it? Completely?
Aslaksen.
For two years!
Burgomaster.
Yes, the work will require that time—at least.
Aslaksen.
But, damn it all! we can’t stand that, Burgomaster. What are we house-owners to live on in the meantime?
Burgomaster.
It’s extremely difficult to say, Mr. Aslaksen. But what would you have us do? Do you think a single visitor will come here if we go about making them fancy that the water is poisoned, that the place is pestilential, that the whole town——