Dr. Stockmann.
[Shaking his hand.] I can't tell you, my dear Mr. Aslaksen, how heartily it delights me to find so much support among my fellow townsmen. I'm so happy—so happy! Come, you'll have a glass of sherry? Eh?
Aslaksen.
No, thank you; I never touch spirituous liquors.
Dr. Stockmann.
Well, then, a glass of beer—what do you say to that?
Aslaksen.
Thanks, not that either, Doctor. I never take anything so early in the day. And now I'll be off round the town, and talk to some of the house-owners, and prepare public opinion.
Dr. Stockmann.
It's extremely kind of you, Mr. Aslaksen; but I really cannot get it into my head that all these preparations are necessary. The affair seems to me so simple and self-evident.
Aslaksen.
The authorities always move slowly, Doctor—God forbid I should blame them for it
Hovstad.
We'll stir them up in the paper to-morrow, Aslaksen.
Aslaksen.
No violence, Mr. Hovstad. Proceed with moderation, or you'll do nothing with them. Take
