ULFHEIM.

[Following her with his eyes.] Just look at her, do! That night-crow
there!--Who is it that's to be buried?


PROFESSOR RUBEK.

I have not heard of any one---


ULFHEIM.

Well, there's some one on the point of giving up the ghost, then--in
on corner or another.--People that are sickly and rickety should have
the goodness to see about getting themselves buried--the sooner the
better.


MAIA.

Have you ever been ill yourself, Mr. Ulfheim.


ULFHEIM.

Never. If I had, I shouldn't be here.--But my nearest friends--they
have been ill, poor things.