Brovik.
Oh, I seem to get worse every day.
Ragnar.
[Has risen and advances.] You ought to go home, father. Try to get a little sleep——
Brovik.
[Impatiently.] Go to bed, I suppose? Would you have me stifled outright?
Kaia.
Then take a little walk.
Ragnar.
Yes, do. I will come with you.