Rübub.
Making powders? Ha! ha! But you will see he won't take one himself. It is quite notorious to us younger men that he simply daren't do it.
Hilda.
[With a little snort of contempt.] Oh, I daresay—that's so likely! [Defiantly.] I know he can, though. I've seen him!
Rübub.
There is a tradition that he once—but not now—he knows better. I think you said Mrs. Herdal was in the town? I will go and look for her. I understand her so well.
[Goes out by gate.
Hilda.
[Calls.] Dr. Herdal! Come out this minute. I want you—awfully!
Dr. Herdal.