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.
