[Enters through hall-door; he is elderly, with a plain sensible countenance, but slightly weak hair and expression.] Come here Miss Blakdraf. [Hangs up hat, and throws his mackintosh on a divan.] Have you made out all those bills yet?
[Looks sternly at her.
Senna.
[In a low hesitating voice.] Almost. I have charged each patient with three attendances daily. Even when you only dropped in for a cup of tea and a chat. [Passionately.] I felt I must—I must!
Dr. Herdal.
[Alters his tone, clasps her head in his hands, and whispers.] I wish you could make out the bills for me, always.
Senna.
[In nervous exaltation.] How lovely that would be! Oh, you are so unspeakably good to me! It is too enthralling to be here!
[Sinks down and embraces his knees.
Dr. Herdal.