[Rübub appears, talking confidentially with Mrs. Herdal, at gate.
Senna.
Oh, Mrs. Herdal, Rübub! The Pill-Doctor is going to take one of his own preparations. Save him—quick!
Rübub.
[With cold politeness.] I am sorry to hear it—for his sake. But it would be quite contrary to professional etiquette to prevent him.
Mrs. Herdal.
And I never interfere with my husband's proceedings. I know my duty, Miss Blakdraf, if others don't!
Hilda.
[Exulting with great intensity.] At last! Now I see him in there, great and free again, mixing the powder in a spoon—with jam!... Now he raises the spoon. Higher—higher still! [A gulp is audible from within.] There, didn't you hear a harp in the air? [Quietly.] I can't see the spoon any more. But there is one he is striving with, in blue spectacles!
The New Assistant's Voice.