[Enters noiselessly through hall-door.] I suppose, Haustus, you are persuading Miss Wangel to start by the afternoon steamer? I have bought her a pair of curling-tongs, and a packet of hairpins. The larger parcels are coming on presently.
Dr. Herdal.
[Uneasily.] H'm! Hilda—Miss Wangel I should say—is kindly going to stay on a little longer, to assist me in some scientific experiments. You wouldn't understand them if I told you.
Mrs. Herdal.
Shouldn't I, Haustus? I daresay not.
[The NEW BOOK-KEEPER looks through the glass door of dispensary.
Hilda.
[Starts violently and points—then in a whisper.] Who is that?
Dr. Herdal.
Only the new Book-keeper and Assistant—a very intelligent person.