And what do you think I ought to do in the matter?
Arnholm.
My dear Doctor, I think that you, as a physician, ought to know better than I.
Wangel.
Oh, if you only knew how difficult it is for a physician to form a valid judgment in the case of a patient he loves so dearly! And this is no common disorder either—no case for an ordinary physician, or for ordinary remedies.
Arnholm.
How is she to-day?
Wangel.
I have just been up to see her, and she appeared to me quite calm. But behind all her moods something seems to be hidden that eludes me entirely. And then she is so variable—so incalculable—so subject to sudden changes.
Arnholm.