Morten Kiil.
Oh, you can never be sure of anybody. You may be made a fool of before you know where you are. So it is true, after all?
Dr. Stockmann.
Most certainly it is. Do sit down, father-in-law. [Forces him down on the sofa.] Now isn't it a real blessing for the town?
Morten Kiil.
[Suppressing his laughter.] A blessing for the town?
Dr. Stockmann.
Yes, that I made this discovery in time
Morten Kiil.
[As before.] Ay, ay, ay!—Well, I could never have believed that you would play monkey-tricks with your very own brother.
Dr. Stockmann.
Monkey-tricks!
Mrs. Stockmann.
Why, father dear
Morten Kiil.
[Resting his hands and chin on the top of his stick and blinking slyly at the Doctor.] What was it again? Wasn't it that some animals had got into the water-pipes?
Dr. Stockmann.
Yes; infusorial animals.
Morten Kiil.
And any number of these animals had got in, Petra said—whole swarms of them.
