[Within.] The Pill-Doctor Herdal has taken his own powder!
Hilda.
[As if petrified.] That voice! Where have I heard it before? No matter—he has got the powder down! [Waves a shawl in the air, and shrieks with wild jubilation.] It's too awfully thrilling! My—my Pill-Doctor!
"My, my Pill-doctor!"
The New Assistant.
[Comes out on verandah.] I am happy to inform you that—as, to avoid accidents, I took the simple precaution of filling all the dispensary-jars with camphorated chalk—no serious results may be anticipated from Dr. Herdal's rashness. [Removes spectacles.] Nora, don't you know me?
Hilda.
[Reflects.] I really don't remember having the pleasure—— And I'm sure I heard a harp in the air!
Mrs. Herdal.