Yes (giving him small bottle). Please—
Dr Scholz.
Thanks.
[He wets the fainting man’s brow.
Ida (to Doctor).
It is only—isn’t it? but (she bursts into tears) he looks so—just as if he were—he looks like death.
[Robert comforts Ida.
Mrs Scholz.
Why, the poor boy’s in a cold sweat.
[Wipes his brow; William yawns.