in his time--unfortunately. But when it is a question of putting
an idea into practical shape, you have to apply to a man of
different mettle. Mr. Hovstad. And I certainly should have
thought that in this house at least...

Mrs. Stockmann. My dear Peter--

Hovstad. How can you think that--?

Mrs. Stockmann. Won't you go in and have something, Mr. Hovstad?
My husband is sure to be back directly.

Hovstad. Thank you, perhaps just a morsel. (Goes into the dining-
room.)

Peter Stockmann (lowering his voice a little). It is a curious
thing that these farmers' sons never seem to lose their want of
tact.

Mrs. Stockmann. Surely it is not worth bothering about! Cannot
you and Thomas share the credit as brothers?

Peter Stockmann. I should have thought so; but apparently some
people are not satisfied with a share.

Mrs. Stockmann. What nonsense! You and Thomas get on so capitally
together. (Listens.) There he is at last, I think. (Goes out and
opens the door leading to the hall.)

Dr. Stockmann (laughing and talking outside). Look here--here is