Here you have it: here’s arrak, and this is rum, and this cognac. Now, help yourselves.
Dr. Stockmann.
[Taking a glass.] So we will. [While the toddy is being mixed.] And now out with the cigars. Eilif, I think you know where the box is. And Morten, you may fetch my pipe. [The boys go into the room on the right.] I have a suspicion that Eilif sneaks a cigar now and then, but I pretend not to notice. [Calls.] And my smoking-cap, Morten! Katrina, can’t you tell him where I left it. Ah, he’s got it. [The boys bring in the things.] Now, friends, help yourselves. I stick to my pipe, you know;—this one has been on many a stormy journey with me, up there in the north. [They clink glasses.] Your health! Ah, I can tell you it’s better fun to sit cosily here, safe from wind and weather.
Mrs. Stockmann.
[Who sits knitting.] Do you sail soon, Captain Horster?
Horster.
I hope to be ready for a start by next week.
Mrs. Stockmann.
And you’re going to America?
Horster.