Hovstad.
The Burgomaster didn’t seem in the best of tempers this evening.
Dr. Stockmann.
That’s his stomach. He has a very poor digestion.
Hovstad.
I fancy it’s the staff of the Messenger he finds it hardest to stomach.
Mrs. Stockmann.
I thought you got on well enough with him.
Hovstad.
Oh, yes; but it’s only a sort of armistice between us.