Evje. Why, you take it in yourself! Harald. No. Every time there is anything nasty in it about me or mine, it is sent to me anonymously. The Doctor (with a laugh). I don't take it in; I read my hall-porter's copy. Harald. I have heard you say that before. I took an opportunity to ask your hall-porter. He said _he_ did not read it, and did not take it in either. The Doctor (as before). Then I should like to know who does pay for it! Evje. A newspaper is indispensable to a business man. Harald. An influential business man could by himself, or at any rate with one or two others, start a paper that would be as useful again to him as this one is. Evje. That is true enough; but, after all, if we agree with its politics? Harald. I will accept help from any one whose opinions on public affairs agree with my own. Who am I that I should pretend to judge him? But I will not give him my help in anything that is malicious or wicked. The Doctor. Pshaw! Harald. Everyone who subscribes to, or contributes to, or gives any information to a paper that is scurrilous, is giving his help to what is wicked. And, moreover, every one who is on terms of friendship with a man who is destroying public morality, is helping him to do it. The Doctor (getting up). Does he still come here? (A silence.) Evje. He and I are old schoolfellows--and I don't like breaking with old acquaintances. Mrs. Evje. He is a most amusing man, too--though I can't deny that he is malicious. (The DOCTOR sits down again, humming to himself.) Harald. But that is not all. Both you and the Doctor have--with some eloquence-- The Doctor (with a laugh). Thank you! Harald.--expressed your abhorrence of certain political tendencies with which neither you nor I have any sympathy--which affront our ideas of humane conduct. You do not feel called upon to enter actively into the lists against them; but why do you try to prevent those who do feel so called upon? You lament the existing state of things--and yet you help to maintain it, and make a friend of the man who is its champion! The Doctor (turning his head). Apparently we are on our defence, Evje! Harald. No--I am. I was told a little while ago that I was in a fair way to become hardened and callous, and that I must abandon my career--and that I must do so for Gertrud's sake, too, because she would never be able to share the fight with me. I was told this at one of the bitterest moments in my life. And that made me hesitate for a moment. But now I have turned my face forward again, because you have enlightened me! (A short, sharp cough is heard in the hall.) Mrs. Evje (getting up). That is he! (A knock is heard at the door; the DOCTOR gets up and pushes his chair back. The EDITOR comes in.) The Editor. Good morning, my children! How are you? Mrs. Evje (sitting down). I did not hear the bell. The Editor. I don't suppose you did--I came in by the back door. I took you by surprise, eh? Discussing me, too--what? (Laughs.)