Mrs. Herdal.
It does not seem to be of much use minding, Miss Wangel. I presume you have come to stay?
Hilda.
[In amused surprise.] Why, of course—what else should I come for? I always come to stay, until—h'm! [Nods slowly, and sits down at table.
Dr. Herdal.
[Involuntarily.] She's drinking my punch! If she thinks I'm going to stand this sort of thing, she's mistaken. I'll soon show her a pill-doctor is a very different kind of person from a mere Master Builder!
[Hilda finishes the punch with an indefinable expression in her eyes, and Dr. Herdal looks on gloomily as the Curtain falls.
ACT SECOND
Dr. Herdal's drawing-room and dispensary, as before. It is early in the day. Dr. Herdal sits by the little table, taking his own temperature with a clinical thermometer. By the door stands the New Book-keeper; he wears blue spectacles and a discoloured white tie, and seems slightly nervous.