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 Dr. Stockmann. Yes, of course he can. [By the door.] Come in, father-in-law.

Morten Kiil enters. Dr. Stockmann closes the door behind him.

Dr. Stockmann. Well, what is it? Sit down.

Morten Kiil. I won't sit down. [Looking about him.] It looks cheerful here to-day, Stockmann.

Dr. Stockmann. Yes, don't you think so?

Morten Kiil. Sure enough. And you've plenty of fresh air too; you've got your fill of that oxygen you were talking about yesterday. You must have a rare good conscience to-day, I should think.

Dr. Stockmann. Yes, I have.

Morten Kiil. So I should suppose. [Tapping himself on the breast.] But do you know what I have got here?

Dr. Stockman. A good conscience too, I hope.

Morton Kiil. Pooh! No; something far better than that. [Takes out a large pocket-book, opens it, and shows Stockmann a bundle of papers.