[With a half-dubious smile.] I think I can understand that. But you did once. You swallowed your own pills that day at the table d'hôte, ten years ago. And I heard a harp in the air, too!
Dr. Herdal.
[Open-mouthed.] I don't think that could have been me. I don't play any instrument. And that was quite a special thing, too. It's not every day I can do it. Those were only bread pills, Hilda.
Hilda.
[With flashing eyes.] But you rolled them, you took them. And I want to see you stand once more free and high and great, swallowing your own preparations. [Passionately.] I will have you do it! [Imploringly.] Just once more, Dr. Herdal!
Dr. Herdal.
If I did, Hilda, my medical knowledge, slight as it is, leads me to the conclusion that I should in all probability burst.
Hilda.
[Looks deeply into his eyes.] So long as you burst beautifully! But no doubt that Miss Blakdraf——
Dr. Herdal.