Stockmann [taking a glass]. We will. [They all mix themselves some toddy.] And let us have the cigars. Ejlif, you know where the box is. And you, Morten, can fetch my pipe. [The two boys go into the room on the right.] I have a suspicion that Ejlif pockets a cigar now and then!— but I take no notice of it. [Calls out.] And my smoking-cap too, Morten. Katherine, you can tell him where I left it. Ah, he has got it. [The boys bring the various things.] Now, my friends. I stick to my pipe, you know. This one has seen plenty of bad weather with me up north. [Touches glasses with them.] Your good health! Ah, it is good to be sitting snug and warm here,
Mrs Stockmann [who sits knitting]. Do you sail soon, Captain Horster?
Horster. I expect to be ready to sail next week.
Mrs Stockmann. I suppose you are going to America?
Horster. Yes, that is the plan.
Mrs Stockmann. Then you won’t be able to take part in the coming election?
Horster. Is there going to be an election?
Billing. Didn’t you know?
Horster. No, I don’t mix myself up with those things.
Billing. But do you not take an interest in public affairs?
Horster. No, I don’t know anything about politics.
Billing. All the same, one ought to vote, at any rate.
Horster. Even if one doesn’t know anything about what is going on?
Billing. Doesn’t know! What do you mean by that? A community is like a ship; everyone ought to be prepared to take the helm.
Horster. Maybe that is all very well on shore; but on board ship it wouldn’t work.
Hovstad. It is astonishing how little most sailors care about what goes on on shore.
Billing. Very extraordinary.
Dr Stockmann. Sailors are like birds of passage; they feel equally at home in any latitude. And that is only an additional reason for our being all the more keen, Hovstad. Is there to be anything of public interest in tomorrow’s “Messenger”?
Hovstad. Nothing about municipal affairs. But the day after tomorrow I was thinking of printing your article —
Dr Stockmann. Ah, devil take it — my article! Look here, that must wait a bit.
Hovstad. Really? We had just got convenient space for it, and I thought it was just the opportune moment —
Dr Stockmann. Yes, yes, very likely you are right; but it must wait all the same. I will explain to you later. [PETRA comes in from the hall, in hat and cloak and with a bundle of exercise books under her arm.]
Petra. Good evening.
Dr Stockmann. Good evening, Petra; come along.
[Mutual greetings; PETRA takes off her things and puts them down on a chair by the door.]
Petra. And you have all been sitting here enjoying yourselves, while I have been out slaving!
Dr Stockmann. Well, come and enjoy yourself too!
Billing. May I mix a glass for you?
Petra [coming to the table]. Thanks, I would rather do it; you always mix it too strong. But I forgot, father — I have a letter for you. [Goes to the chair where she has laid her things.]
Dr Stockmann. A letter? From whom?
Petra [looking in her coat pocket]. The postman gave it to me just as I was going out.
Dr Stockmann [getting up and going to her]. And you only give to me now!
Petra. I really had not time to run up again. There it is!
Dr Stockmann [seizing the letter]. Let’s see, let’s see, child! [Looks at the address.] Yes, that’s all right!
Mrs Stockmann. Is it the one you have been expecting go anxiously, Thomas?
Dr Stockmann. Yes, it is. I must go to my room now and — Where shall I get a light, Katherine? Is there no lamp in my room again?
Mrs Stockmann. Yes, your lamp is already lit on your desk.
Dr Stockmann. Good, good. Excuse me for a moment —, [Goes into his study.]
Petra. What do you suppose it is, mother?
Mrs Stockmann. I don’t know; for the last day or two he has always been asking if the postman has not been,
Billing. Probably some country patient.
Petra. Poor old dad!— he will overwork himself soon. [Mixes a glass for herself.] There, that will taste good!
Hovstad. Have you been teaching in the evening school again today?
Petra [sipping from her glass]. Two hours.
Billing. And four hours of school in the morning?
Petra. Five hours.
Mrs Stockmann. And you have still got exercises to correct, I see.
Petra. A whole heap, yes.
Horster. You are pretty full up with work too, it seems to me.
Petra. Yes — but that is good. One is so delightfully tired after it.
Billing. Do you like that?
Petra. Yes, because one sleeps so well then.
Morten. You must be dreadfully wicked, Petra.
Petra. Wicked?
Morten. Yes, because you work so much. Mr. Rorlund says work is a punishment for our sins.
Ejlif. Pooh, what a duffer, you are, to believe a thing like that!
Mrs Stockmann. Come, come, Ejlif!
Billing [laughing]. That’s capital!
Hovstad. Don’t you want to work as hard as that, Morten?
Morten. No, indeed I don’t.
Hovstad. What do you want to be, then?
Morten. I should like best to be a Viking,
Ejlif. You would have to be a pagan then.
Morten. Well, I could become a pagan, couldn’t I?
Billing. I agree with you, Morten! My sentiments, exactly.
Mrs Stockmann [signalling to him]. I am sure that is not true, Mr. Billing.
Billing. Yes, I swear it is! I am a pagan, and I am proud of it. Believe me, before long we shall all be pagans.
