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 Dr. Stockmann.

Yes, certainly.

Mrs. Stockmann.

[Returning.] She's gone with it.

Billing.

Strike me dead if you won't be the first man in the town, Doctor!

Dr. Stockmann.

[Walks up and down in high glee.] Oh, nonsense! After all, I have done no more than my duty. I've been a lucky treasure-hunter, that's all. But all the same

Billing.

Hovstad, don't you think the town ought to get up a torchlight procession in honour of Dr. Stockmann?

Hovstad.

I shall certainly propose it.

Billing.

And I'll talk it over with Aslaksen.

Dr. Stockmann.

No, my dear friends; let all such claptrap alone. I won't hear of anything of the sort. And if the Directors should want to raise my salary, I won't accept it. I tell you, Katrina, I will not accept it.

Mrs. Stockmann.

You are quite right, Thomas.

Petra.

[Raising her glass.] Your health, father!