Doctor. Oh, if it were only the chest!
Enter Patricia.
Patricia. Where is my brother?
[There is an embarrassed silence, in which the Conjurer answers.
Conjurer. I am afraid he is walking about in Fairyland.
Patricia. But he mustn't go out on a night like this; it's very dangerous!
Conjurer. Yes, it is very dangerous. He might meet a fairy.
Patricia. What do you mean?
Conjurer. You went out in this sort of weather and you met this sort of fairy, and so far it has only brought you sorrow.
Patricia. I am going out to find my brother.