Evje. I don't know how it is—there is something so provoking about him.
Mrs. Evje. Yes, and you have not been very well lately, either. I have often said so to you.
Evje. No, I haven't. It has been just one thing after another! And all my life I have tried to keep clear of such things!
The Doctor. I will tell you what, old friend; I am sure the best thing to do would be—
Evje. What?
The Doctor. I am sure you will not be easy in your mind until someone has talked to him.
Mrs. Evje. Yes, couldn't that be done? Good gracious, that is not sending a message to him!
Evje. But who would—? (A short silence.)
The Doctor. I don't know who would be best.
Mrs. Evje. All our old friends have deserted us; we shall soon have none.