Burgomaster.
I? No, thank you. Good gracious! hot meat in the evening! That wouldn't suit my digestion.
Mrs. Stockmann.
Oh, for once in a way
Burgomaster.
No, no,—much obliged to you. I stick to tea and bread and butter. It's more wholesome in the long run—and rather more economical, too.
Mrs. Stockmann.
[Smiling.] You mustn't think Thomas and I are mere spendthrifts, either.
Burgomaster.
You are not, sister-in-law; far be it from me to say that. [Pointing to the Doctor's study.] Is he not at home?
Mrs. Stockmann.
No, he has gone for a little turn after supper—with the boys.
Burgomaster.
I wonder if that is a good thing to do? [Listening.] There he is, no doubt.
Mrs. Stockmann.
No, that is not he. [A knock.] Come in!
Hovstad enters from the hall.
Mrs. Stockmann.
Ah, it's Mr. Hovstad
