Billing.
That’s it. That word sums up the situation.
Dr. Stockmann.
We must remember that Peter is a lonely bachelor, poor devil! He has no home to be happy in; only business, business. And then all that cursëd weak tea he goes and pours down his throat! Now then, chairs round the table, boys! Katrina, shan’t we have the toddy now?
Mrs. Stockmann.
[Going towards the dining-room.] I am just getting it.
Dr. Stockmann.
And you, Captain Horster, sit beside me on the sofa. So rare a guest as you——. Sit down, gentlemen, sit down.
[The men sit round the table; Mrs. Stockmann brings in a tray with kettle, glasses, decanters, etc.
Mrs. Stockmann.