Dr. Stockmann.
Come, that’s good of you.
Morten Kiil.
Of course I've little enough to throw away; but if you can manage that, I shall certainly remember the poor at Christmas-time, to the tune of fifty crowns.
Hovstad enters from hall.
Hovstad.
Good morning! [Pausing.] Oh! I beg your pardon——
Dr. Stockmann.
Not at all. Come in, come in.
Morten Kiil.