MRS. FELIX (blinking)
What a powerful reflection! (Smiling and holding out her hand to Schwartzenhopfel, she bends toward him again)
[The light again flashes between them.
MRS. FELIX (as they stagger back again)
What is it, John? I see no mirrors or lenses—
DOLL BLONDIN (who has been watching the light in an awed way ever since she turned) It doesn’t come from mirrors or lenses. (In an awed tone) There’s something queer about that light—almost as if it were human—
SCHWARTZENHOPFEL
Non—nonsense!
MRS. FELIX (noting his look)
John Magnus! You—frightened?