Just so, just so, my dear Mr. Hovstad. But still—deuce take it——! [A knock at the door.] Come in!
Aslaksen, the printer, appears at the door leading to the hall. He is humbly but respectably dressed in black, wears a white necktie, slightly crumpled, and has a silk hat and gloves in his hand.
Aslaksen.
[Bowing.] I beg pardon, Doctor, for making so bold——
Dr. Stockmann.
[Rising.] Hallo! If it isn’t Mr. Aslaksen!
Aslaksen.
Yes, it’s me, Doctor.
Hovstad.
[Rising.] Is it me you want, Aslaksen?