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 their turn. Just you keep up the game with them, Stockmann.

Dr. Stockmann.

Yes, but, father-in-law

Morten Kiil.

Keep it up, I say. [Rising.] If you can make the Burgomaster and his gang eat humble pie, I'll give a hundred crowns straight away to the poor.

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.

[Chuckling again.] He! Is he in it too?

Hovstad.

What do you mean?

Dr. Stockmann.

Yes, of course he is.