Pretend to be busy, Aslaksen.
[He sits down and writes. Aslaksen turns over a heap of newspapers on a chair, right.
Dr. Stockmann.
[Entering from the composing-room.] Here I am, back again. [Puts down his hat and stick.]
Hovstad.
[Writing.] Already, Doctor? Make haste with what we were speaking of, Aslaksen. We’ve no time to lose to-day.
Dr. Stockmann.
[To Aslaksen.] No proof yet, I hear.
Aslaksen.
[Without turning round.] No; how could you expect it?