The Doctor. Well, at all events, you have me.
Evje. Would you really be willing to—? Do you mean it? (Grasps his hand.)
The Doctor. Of course I will! He can't eat me!
Mrs. Evje. How good you are! Of course you only need tell him—what is quite true—that my husband would never be able to bear it! He, who all these years—
Evje.—have put up with an incredible amount for his sake, both from himself and from others!
Mrs. Evje. Yes, that is true! And now you will go, dear friend—our only friend!—and talk to him quite amicably and sensibly, won't you?
Evje. But don't delay! He is so hot-headed that we must find him before—
The Doctor. Oh, I will find him; he is always about the town.
Evje. And tell him—ask him—
The Doctor. Oh, I know what to say to him.