ULFHEIM.

[Pounces upon the INSPECTOR.] Is this a way to receive strangers,
hey? You scamper away with your tail between your legs--as if you
had the devil at your heels.


THE INSPECTOR.

[Calmly, without answering him.] Has Mr. Ulfheim arrived by the
steamer?


ULFHEIM.

[Growls.] Haven't had the honour of seeing any steamer. [With his arms
akimbo.] Don't you know that I sail my own cutter? [To the SERVANT.]
Look well after your fellow-creatures, Lars. But take care you keep
them ravenous, all the same. Fresh meat-bones--but not too much meat
on them, do you hear? And be sure it's reeking raw, and bloody. And
get something in your own belly while you're about it. [Aiming a kick
at him.] Now then, go to hell with you!

[The SERVANT goes out with the dogs, behind the corner of the
hotel.]


THE INSPECTOR.