Dr. Van Hyde (aside): This, then, is the end of my dream. I have fallen in love with a lunatic.
Rose (aside): I suppose, to carry out papa’s wishes, that I ought to make love to him.
Dr. Van Hyde (aside): How did she come to be alone in the city last Monday? She must have escaped somehow. She is guarded with too little caution.
Rose (aside): Why doesn’t he speak?
Dr. Van Hyde (aside): She is more enchanting than ever. How can so sweet a creature be condemned to such misery? (He turns and confronts Rose.) Miss Valdingam!
Rose (without moving): Yes?
Dr. Van Hyde (more softly): Miss Valdingam!
Rose (turning slowly, and half looking at him): Dr. Van Hyde!
Dr. Van Hyde: Will you not sit down?
Rose: Thank you, I will. (She seats herself at L.)