DR. STOCKMANN. Shame! shame! shame! [_Calls._] Katrina! The floor must be scrubbed after him! Tell her to come here with a pail—what’s her name? confound it—the girl with the smudge on her nose—— MRS. STOCKMANN. [_In the sitting-room doorway._] Hush, hush Thomas! PETRA. [_Also in the doorway._] Father, here’s grandfather; he wants to know if he can speak to you alone. DR. STOCKMANN. Yes, of course he can. [_By the door._] Come in, father-in-law. MORTEN KIIL _enters._ DR. STOCKMANN _closes the door behind him._ DR. STOCKMANN. Well, what is it? Sit down. MORTEN KIIL. I won’t sit down. [_Looking about him._] It looks cheerful here to-day, Stockmann. DR. STOCKMANN. Yes, don’t you think so? MORTEN KIIL. Sure enough. And you’ve plenty of fresh air too; you’ve got your fill of that oxygen you were talking about yesterday. You must have a rare good conscience to-day, I should think. DR. STOCKMANN. Yes, I have. MORTEN KIIL. So I should suppose. [_Tapping himself on the breast._] But do you know what _I_ have got here? DR. STOCKMANN. A good conscience too, I hope. MORTEN KIIL. Pooh! No; something far better than that. [_Takes out a large pocket-book, opens it, and shows_ STOCKMANN _a bundle of papers._ DR. STOCKMANN. [_Looking at him in astonishment._] Shares in the Baths! MORTEN KIIL. They weren’t difficult to get to-day. DR. STOCKMANN. And you’ve gone and bought these up——? MORTEN KIIL. All I had the money to pay for. DR. STOCKMANN. Why, my dear sir,—just when things are in such a desperate way at the Baths—— MORTEN KIIL. If you behave like a reasonable being, you can soon set the Baths all right again. DR. STOCKMANN. Well, you can see for yourself I'm doing all I can. But the people of this town are mad! MORTEN KIIL. You said yesterday that the worst filth came from my tannery. Now, if that’s true, then my grandfather, and my father before me, and I myself, have for ever so many years been poisoning the town with filth, like three destroying angels. Do you think I'm going to sit quiet under such a reproach? DR. STOCKMANN. Unfortunately, you can’t help it. MORTEN KIIL.