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.