Hilda.
What stupid people all of you pill-doctors are, to be sure! Why, they will be poisons, of course!
Dr. Herdal.
Poisons? Why in the world should they be that?
Hilda.
[Without answering him.] All the thrillingest, deadliest poisons—it is only such things that are wholesome, nowadays.
Dr. Herdal.
[As if caught by her enthusiasm.] And I could colour them, too, by exposing them to rays cast through a prism. Oh, Hilda, how I have needed you all these years! For, you see, with her it was impossible to discuss such things.
[Embraces her.
Mrs. Herdal.