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 Morten Kiil.

I might have known it! It's to go into the papers. Ah, you're the one, Stockmann! Do you two lay your heads together; I'm off.

Dr. Stockmann.

Oh no; don't go yet, father-in-law.

Morten Kiil.

No, I'm off now. Play them all the monkey-tricks you can think of. Deuce take me but you shan't lose by it.

[He goes, Mrs. Stockmann accompanying him.

Dr. Stockmann.

[Laughing.] What do you think—? The old fellow doesn't believe a word of all this about the water-works.

Hovstad.

Was that what he?

Dr. Stockmann.

Yes; that was what we were talking about. And I daresay you have come on the same business?

Hovstad.

Yes. Have you a moment to spare, Doctor?

Dr. Stockmann.

As many as you like, my dear fellow.

Hovstad.

Have you heard anything from the Burgomaster?