Rose: As patient as a saint with the mad-cap teasing of a foolish girl, and gently considerate of an old man’s whims.
Dr. Van Hyde (joyfully): Can it be true? Oh, Miss Valdingam, I begin to look upon myself as the most ridiculous as well as the happiest of men.
Rose: But I could not resist teasing you. And still, in spite of this confession, I have one mania—only one.
Dr. Van Hyde: A gentle mania?
Rose: Very gentle, as you have said. It is love—
Dr. Van Hyde (advancing): Love!
Rose (mischievously): For my father.
Dr. Van Hyde (disappointedly): Oh!
Rose: He is a good, kind father. Since my mother’s death I have been his closest companion. Oh, doctor, I am so happy that you have come to our house. It is my father who needs your help, your sympathy. You will give both, I know.
Dr. Van Hyde: It is your father, then—