By all means, for aught I care. If only I can get things put straight——
Old Morten Kiil puts his head in at the hall door, and asks slyly:
Morten Kiil.
Is it—is it true?
Mrs. Stockmann.
[Going towards him.] Father—is that you?
Dr. Stockmann.
Hallo, father-in-law! Good morning, good morning.
Mrs. Stockmann.
Do come in.