Dr. Stockmann. What things?
Burgomaster.
So the whole affair has been a carefully-concocted intrigue. Your recklessly violent onslaught—in the name of truth—upon the leading men of the town
Dr. Stockmann. Well, what of it?
Burgomaster.
It was nothing but a preconcerted requital for that vindictive old Morten Kiil's will.
Dr. Stockmann.
[Almost speechless.] Peter—you are the most abominable plebeian I have ever known in all my born days.
Burgomaster.
All is over between us. Your dismissal is irrevocable—for now we have a weapon against you. [He goes out.
Dr. Stockmann.
Shame! shame! shame! [Calls.] Katrina! The floor must be scrubbed after him! Tell her to come here with a pail—what's her name? confound it—the girl with the smudge on her nose
Mrs. Stockmann.
[In the sitting-room doorway.] Hush, hush Thomas!
Petra.
[Also in the doorway.] Father, here's grandfather; he wants to know if he can speak to you alone.
