How are you, my dear Doctor? What do you think of the surprise I have just had?
[All the men shake hands.
MRS. WEGRAT
Good evening, Mr. von Sala.
SALA
I am delighted to see you looking so well, Mrs. Wegrat.
MRS. WEGRAT
Yes, I am doing a little better. If only the gloomy season were not so close at hand.
SALA
But now the finest time of the year is coming. When the woods sparkle with red and yellow, and a golden mist lies on the hills, and the sky grows pale and remote as if it were scared by its own infinity...!