Why, my dear Thomas, what have you been doing to him now?
Dr. Stockmann.
Nothing at all. He can’t possibly expect me to account to him for everything—before the time comes.
Mrs. Stockmann.
What have you to account to him for?
Dr. Stockmann.
H'm;—never mind about that, Katrina.—It’s very odd the postman doesn’t come.
[Hovstad, Billing and Horster have risen from table and come forward into the sitting-room. Eilif and Morten presently follow.
Billing.
[Stretching himself.] Ah! Strike me dead if one doesn’t feel a new man after such a meal.