And thank you for helping us through the crowd last night, Captain Horster.
Petra.
How did you ever get home again?
Horster.
Oh, that was all right. I am tolerably able-bodied, you know; and those fellows' bark is worse than their bite.
Dr. Stockmann.
Yes, isn’t it extraordinary, this piggish cowardice? Come here, and let me show you something! Look, here are all the stones they threw in at us. Only look at them? Upon my soul there aren’t more than two decent-sized lumps in the whole heap; the rest are nothing but pebbles—mere gravel. They stood down there, and yelled, and swore they’d half kill me;—but as for really doing it—no, there’s mighty little fear of that in this town!
Horster.
You may thank your stars for that this time, Doctor.
Dr. Stockmann.