Peter Stockmann. I! No, thank you. Good gracious--hot meat at
night! Not with my digestion,

Mrs. Stockmann. Oh, but just once in a way--

Peter Stockmann. No, no, my dear lady; I stick to my tea and
bread and butter. It is much more wholesome in the long run--and
a little more economical, too.

Mrs. Stockmann (smiling). Now you mustn't think that Thomas and I
are spendthrifts.

Peter Stockmann. Not you, my dear; I would never think that of
you. (Points to the Doctor's study.) Is he not at home?

Mrs. Stockmann. No, he went out for a little turn after supper--
he and the boys.

Peter Stockmann. I doubt if that is a wise thing to do.
(Listens.) I fancy I hear him coming now.

Mrs. Stockmann. No, I don't think it is he. (A knock is heard at
the door.) Come in! (HOVSTAD comes in from the hall.) Oh, it is
you, Mr. Hovstad!

Hovstad. Yes, I hope you will forgive me, but I was delayed at
the printers. Good evening, Mr. Mayor.

Peter Stockmann (bowing a little distantly). Good evening. You