Mrs. Evje. Good gracious!—what is it then?
The Editor (taking up his hat). You will be able to read it to-morrow, together with some more about the "dying man." Good-bye!
Evje and Mrs. Evje (together.) But before you go—
The Doctor. Hush, hush! Let us remember we are gentlefolk! What will you bet that the whole thing is not just a bogey to frighten you?
The Editor (holding out his hand towards the DOCTOR). I hold Mr. Evje's position in the town in the hollow of my hand!
Evje (fuming). Is your object to ruin that, then?
Mrs. Evje. You will never succeed in that!
The Doctor. Hush, hush! let us remember we are gentlefolk!
Evje. In my own house—my old schoolfellow—that he should have the audacity—!
The Editor. I have told you the truth openly. And, as far as that goes, you have stood more than that from me in your own house, my boy. Because the misfortune is that you are a coward.