LINDGREN. Oh, you have forgotten it?—Are you equally forgetful about names?
THURE. Names?
LINDGREN. Signatures!—He must be writing an awful lot in there!
THURE. Is my brother, the doctor, in there?
LINDGREN. I don't know if the doctor is there, but your brother went in there a while ago.—And, for that matter, we might find out. [He knocks at the door] Silent as the grave! [Knocks again] Then I'll walk right in.
[He goes out; everybody appears restless and anxious.
CECILIA. What can it mean?
MARIE. Well, we'll see now.
THURE. What has happened here?
WIFE. Something is up!—You'll see he doesn't help us!