[from the dining-room]. No.
Dr Stockmann. And then to be comfortably off, Peter! That is something one learns to value, when one has been on the brink of starvation, as we have.
Peter Stockmann. Oh, surely —
Dr Stockmann. Indeed I can assure you we have often been very hard put to it, up there. And now to be able to live like a lord! Today, for instance, we had roast beef for dinner — and, what is more, for supper too. Won’t you come and have a little bit? Or let me show it you, at any rate? Come here —
Peter Stockmann. No, no — not for worlds!
Dr Stockmann. Well, but just come here then. Do you see, we have got a table-cover?
Peter Stockmann. Yes, I noticed it.
Dr Stockmann. And we have got a lamp-shade too. Do you see? All out of Katherine’s savings! It makes the room so cosy. Don’t you think so? Just stand here for a moment — no, no, not there — just here, that’s it! Look now, when you get the light on it altogether. I really think it looks very nice, doesn’t it?
Peter Stockmann. Oh, if you can afford luxuries of this kind —
Dr Stockmann. Yes, I can afford it now. Katherine tells me I earn almost as much as we spend.
Peter Stockmann. Almost — yes!
Dr Stockmann. But a scientific man must live in a little bit of style. I am quite sure an ordinary civil servant spends more in a year than I do.
Peter Stockmann. I daresay. A civil servant — a man in a well-paid position . . .
Dr Stockmann. Well, any ordinary merchant, then! A man in that position spends two or three times as much as —
Peter Stockmann. It just depends on circumstances.
Dr Stockmann. At all events I assure you I don’t waste money unprofitably. But I can’t find it in my heart to deny myself the pleasure of entertaining my friends. I need that sort of thing, you know. I have lived for so long shut out of it all, that it is a necessity of life to me to mix with young, eager, ambitious men, men of liberal and active minds; and that describes every one of those fellows who are enjoying their supper in there. I wish you knew more of Hovstad.
Peter Stockmann. By the way, Hovstad was telling me he was going to print another article of yours.
Dr Stockmann. An article of mine?
Peter Stockmann. Yes, about the Baths. An article you wrote in the winter.
Dr Stockmann. Oh, that one! No, I don’t intend that to appear just for the present.
Peter Stockmann. Why not? It seems to me that this would be the most opportune moment.
Dr Stockmann. Yes, very likely — under normal conditions. [Crosses the room.]
Peter Stockmann [following him with his eyes]. Is there anything abnormal about the present conditions?
Dr Stockmann [standing still]. To tell you the truth, Peter, I can’t say just at this moment — at all events not tonight. There may be much that is very abnormal about the present conditions — and it is possible there may be nothing abnormal about them at all. It is quite possible it may be merely my imagination.
Peter Stockmann. I must say it all sounds most mysterious. Is there something going on that I am to be kept in ignorance of? I should have imagined that I, as Chairman of the governing body of the Baths —
Dr Stockmann. And I should have imagined that I—. Oh, come, don’t let us fly out at one another, Peter.
Peter Stockmann. Heaven forbid! I am not in the habit of flying out at people, as you call it. But I am entitled to request most emphatically that all arrangements shall be made in a businesslike manner, through the proper channels, and shall be dealt with by the legally constituted authorities. I can allow no going behind our backs by any roundabout means.
Dr Stockmann. Have I ever at any time tried to go behind your backs?
Peter Stockmann. You have an ingrained tendency to take your own way, at all events; and, that is almost equally inadmissible in a well ordered community, The individual ought undoubtedly to acquiesce in subordinating himself to the community — or, to speak more accurately, to the authorities who have the care of the community’s welfare.
Dr Stockmann. Very likely. But what the deuce has all this got to do with me?
Peter Stockmann. That is exactly what you never appear to be willing to learn, my dear Thomas. But, mark my words, some day you will have to suffer for it — sooner or later. Now I have told you. Good-bye.
Dr Stockmann. Have you taken leave of your senses? You are on the wrong scent altogether.
Peter Stockmann. I am not usually that. You must excuse me now if I— [calls into the dining-room]. Good night, Katherine. Good night, gentlemen. [Goes out.]
Mrs Stockmann [coming from the dining-room]. Has he gone?
Dr Stockmann. Yes, and in such a bad temper.
Mrs Stockmann. But, dear Thomas, what have you been doing to him again?
Dr Stockmann. Nothing at all. And, anyhow, he can’t oblige me to make my report before the proper time.
Mrs Stockmann. What have you got to make a report to him about?
Dr Stockmann. Hm! Leave that to me, Katherine. It is an extraordinary thing that the postman doesn’t come.
[HOVSTAD, BILLING and HORSTER have got up from the table and come into the sitting-room. EJLIF and MORTEN come in after them.]
Billing [stretching himself]. Ah!— one feels a new man after a meal like that.
Hovstad. The mayor wasn’t in a very sweet temper tonight, then.
Dr Stockmann. It is his stomach; he has wretched digestion.
Hovstad. I rather think it was us two of the “People’s Messenger” that he couldn’t digest.
Mrs Stockmann. I thought you came out of it pretty well with him.
Hovstad. Oh yes; but it isn’t anything more than a sort of truce.
Billing. That is just what it is! That word sums up the situation.
Dr Stockmann. We must remember that Peter is a lonely man, poor chap. He has no home comforts of any kind; nothing but everlasting business. And all that infernal weak tea wash that he pours into himself! Now then, my boys, bring chairs up to the table. Aren’t we going to have that toddy, Katherine?
Mrs Stockmann [going into the dining-room]. I am just getting it.
Dr Stockmann. Sit down here on the couch beside me, Captain Horster. We so seldom see you. Please sit down, my friends. [They sit down at the table. MRS. STOCKMANN brings a tray, with a spirit-lamp, glasses, bottles, etc., upon it.]
Mrs Stockmann. There you are! This is arrack, and this is rum, and this one is the brandy. Now every
