Hilda.
[Looks straight in front of her with a far-away expression, and whispers to herself.] I thought at first it was.... But no—that would be too frightfully thrilling!
Dr. Herdal.
[To himself.] I'm turning into a regular old troll now—but I can't help myself. After all, I am only an elderly Norwegian. We are made like that.... Rainbow powders—real rainbow powders! With Hilda!.... Oh, to have the joy of life once more!
[Takes his temperature again as Curtain falls.
ACT THIRD
[On the right, a smart verandah, attached to Dr. Herdal's dwelling-house, and communicating with the drawing-room and dispensary by glass doors. On the left a tumble-down rockery, with a headless plaster Mercury. In front, a lawn, with a large silvered glass globe on a stand. Chairs and tables. All the furniture is of galvanised iron. A sunset is seen going on among the trees.
Dr. Herdal.
[Comes out of dispensary-door cautiously, and whispers.] Hilda, are you in there?