GESCHWITZ. He means to let you go with her alone this afternoon.
SCHIGOLCH. Maybe he's still suffering from his chillblains!
RODRIGO. Do you want me to start my new engagement in bath-robe and slippers?
SCHIGOLCH. Hm—Sister Theophila wouldn't have gone to heaven so promptly either, if she hadn't felt so affectionate towards our patient.
RODRIGO.. She'll have a different value when one must serve thru a honeymoon with her. Anyway, it can't hurt her if she gets a little fresh air beforehand.
ALVA. (A pocketbook in his hand, to Geschwitz who is leaning on a chair-back by the centre table.) This holds 10,000 marks.
GESCHWITZ. Thank you, no.
ALVA. Please take it.
GESCHWITZ. (To Schigolch.) Come along, at last!
SCHIGOLCH. Patience, Fräulein. It's only a stone's throw across Hospital Street. I'll be here with her in five minutes.