[Makes a movement to go into the hotel.
[Heard outside.] Stop a moment, man! Devil take it all, can’t you stop? Why do you always scuttle away from me?
[Stops.] I am not scuttling at all, Mr. Ulfheim.
[ULFHEIM enters from the left
followed by a servant with a
couple of sporting dogs in leash. ULFHEIM is in shooting
costume, with high boots and a felt hat with a feather in
it. He is a long, lank, sinewy personage, with matted hair
and beard, and a loud voice. His appearance gives no precise
clue to his age, but he is no longer young.]
[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.
[Calmly, without answering him.] Has Mr. Ulfheim arrived by the steamer?
[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
Would not Mr. Ulfheim like to go into the dining-room in the meantime?
In among all the half-dead flies and people? No, thank you a thousand times, Mr. Inspector.
Well, well, as you please.
But get the housekeeper to prepare a hamper for me as usual. There must be plenty of provender in it—and lots of brandy—! You can tell her that I or Lars will come and play Old Harry with her if she doesn’t—–
[Interrupting.] We know your ways of old. [Turning.] Can I give the waiter any orders, Professor? Can I send Mrs. Rubek anything?
No thank you; nothing for me.
Nor for me.
[The INSPECTOR goes into the hotel.