Doctor. Well, then, that’s all right.
Professor. I hope so. Doctor, I haven’t quite explained to you the shock it was to me. It was that terrible moment when I thought that, after all, there might be something in it! At that moment I saw all my life’s work disappear. All my science, all my philosophy—gone! Everything I had written—worth nothing!
Doctor. Well, well, but don’t dwell on it!
Professor. It was terrible!
Doctor. But it wasn’t true.
Professor. No— But for a moment it seemed true. That is really what—what gave me such a shock.
Doctor. Well, it’s over. Now, don’t think any more of it. That is the best cure. You say you haven’t been sleepless?
Professor. No—but I shall be.
Doctor. Oh, no. We’ll see to that! I’ll send you the right thing. To-night you’ll sleep like a top. (He gets up to go.)
Professor. Thank you. Good-bye. (The Doctor starts to go) You don’t think that I’m really off my head, do you?