Rübub.
I understand. Exactly as you tried your pill, all those years ago, upon Dr. Ryval.
[He bows and goes out.
Dr. Herdal.
[Uneasily.] He said that so strangely, Senna. But tell me now—when are you going to marry him?
Senna.
[Starts—half glancing up at him.] I—I don't know. This year—next year—now—never! I cannot marry him ... I cannot—I cannot—it is so utterly impossible to leave you!
Dr. Herdal.
Yes, I can understand that. But, my poor Senna, hadn't you better take a little walk?
Senna.