Peter Stockmann. Perhaps. It is not at all impossible. Dr. Stockmann. But what about public opinion, then? Surely you would not dare to do it on account of public feeling... Peter Stockmann. Public opinion is an extremely mutable thing. And, to be quite candid with you, it is a matter of great importance to us to have some admission of that sort from you in writing. Dr. Stockmann. Oh, that's what you are after, is it! I will just trouble you to remember what I said to you lately about foxy tricks of that sort! Peter Stockmann. Your position was quite different then. At that time you had reason to suppose you had the whole town at your back-- Dr. Stockmann. Yes, and now I feel I have the whole town ON my back--(flaring up). I would not do it if I had the devil and his dam on my back--! Never--never, I tell you! Peter Stockmann. A man with a family has no right to behave as you do. You have no right to do it, Thomas. Dr. Stockmann. I have no right! There is only one single thing in the world a free man has no right to do. Do you know what that is? Peter Stockmann. No. Dr. Stockmann. Of course you don't, but I will tell you. A free man has no right to soil himself with filth; he has no right to behave in a way that would justify his spitting in his own face. Peter Stockmann. This sort of thing sounds extremely plausible, of course; and if there were no other explanation for your obstinacy--. But as it happens that there is. Dr. Stockmann. What do you mean? Peter Stockmann. You understand, very well what I mean. But, as your brother and as a man of discretion, I advise you not to build too much upon expectations and prospects that may so very easily fail you. Dr. Stockmann. What in the world is all this about? Peter Stockmann. Do you really ask me to believe that you are ignorant of the terms of Mr. Kiil's will? Dr. Stockmann. I know that the small amount he possesses is to go to an institution for indigent old workpeople. How does that concern me? Peter Stockmann. In the first place, it is by no means a small amount that is in question. Mr. Kiil is a fairly wealthy man. Dr. Stockmann. I had no notion of that! Peter Stockmann. Hm!--hadn't you really? Then I suppose you had no notion, either, that a considerable portion of his wealth will come to your children, you and your wife having a life-rent of the capital. Has he never told you so? Dr. Stockmann. Never, on my honour! Quite the reverse; he has consistently done nothing but fume at being so unconscionably heavily taxed. But are you perfectly certain of this, Peter? Peter Stockmann. I have it from an absolutely reliable source. Dr. Stockmann. Then, thank God, Katherine is provided for--and the children too! I must tell her this at once--(calls out) Katherine, Katherine! Peter Stockmann (restraining him). Hush, don't say a word yet! Mrs. Stockmann (opening the door). What is the matter? Dr, Stockmann. Oh, nothing, nothing; you can go back. (She shuts the door. DR. STOCKMANN walks up and down in his excitement.) Provided for!--Just think of it, we are all provided for! And for life! What a blessed feeling it is to know one is provided for! Peter Stockmann. Yes, but that is just exactly what you are not. Mr. Kiil can alter his will any day he likes. Dr. Stockmann. But he won't do that, my dear Peter. The "Badger" is much too delighted at my attack on you and your wise friends. Peter Stockmann (starts and looks intently at him). Ali, that throws a light on various things. Dr. Stockmann. What things? Peter Stockmann. I see that the whole thing was a combined manoeuvre on your part and his. These violent, reckless attacks that you have made against the leading men of the town, under the pretence that it was in the name of truth-- Dr. Stockmann. What about them? Peter Stockmann. I see that they were nothing else than the stipulated price for that vindictive old man's will. Dr. Stockmann (almost speechless). Peter--you are the most disgusting plebeian I have ever met in all my life. Peter Stockmann. All is over between us. Your dismissal is irrevocable--we have a weapon against you now. (Goes out.) Dr. Stockmann. For shame! For shame! (Calls out.) Katherine, you must have the floor scrubbed after him! Let--what's her name-- devil take it, the girl who has always got soot on her nose-- Mrs. Stockmann. (in the sitting-room). Hush, Thomas, be quiet! Petra (coming to the door). Father, grandfather is here, asking if he may speak to you alone. Dr. Stockmann. Certainly he may. (Going to the door.) Come in, Mr. Kiil. (MORTEN KIIL comes in. DR. STOCKMANN shuts the door after him.) What can I do for you? Won't you sit down? Morten Kiil. I won't sit. (Looks around.) You look very comfortable here today, Thomas. Dr. Stockmann. Yes, don't we! Morten Kiil. Very comfortable--plenty of fresh air. I should think you have got enough to-day of that oxygen you were talking about yesterday. Your conscience must be in splendid order to- day, I should think. Dr. Stockmann. It is. Morten Kiil. So I should think. (Taps his chest.) Do you know what I have got here? Dr. Stockmann. A good conscience, too, I hope. Morten Kiil. Bah!--No, it is something better than that. (He takes a thick pocket-book from his breast-pocket, opens it, and displays a packet of papers.) Dr. Stockmann (looking at him in astonishment). Shares in the Baths? Morten Kiil. They were not difficult to get today. Dr. Stockmann. And you have been buying--? Morten Kiil. As many as I could pay for.