Well—well. If it must be. Rübub, I will take you into partnership, and we will take out a patent for that pill, jointly. Aline, my poor dear Aline, let us try once more if we cannot bring a ray of brightness into our cheerless home!
Mrs. Herdal.
Oh, Haustus, if only we could—but why do you propose that to me—now?
Dr. Herdal.
[Softly—to himself.] Because I have tried being a troll—and found that nothing came of it, and it wasn't worth sixpence!
[Hilda-Nora goes off to the right with Helmer; Senna to the left with Rübub; Dr. Herdal and Mrs. Herdal sit on two of the galvanised-iron chairs, and shake their heads disconsolately as the Curtain falls.
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