Rose: Who is partially insane. He has been in this condition for years. His chief delusion is that I am insane.
Dr. Van Hyde: What a fool I have been!
Rose: Do not blame yourself. Have I not done what I could to convince you that papa had told you the truth.... Can you forgive me?
Dr. Van Hyde: Forgive you! Can you forgive me?
Rose: Let us forgive each other, then. (Walking to the window at R. and looking out.)
Dr. Van Hyde (following her): Miss Valdingam—I—
Rose (turning and regarding him archly): Be careful, sir! Perhaps you are even now mistaken. Remember how cunning we maniacs are!
Dr. Van Hyde (aside): I am more than ever in love with her. How beautiful she is. Sane or insane, it would be a blessing to possess her. (To Rose, nervously.) Miss Valdingam, may I ask you a question?
Rose (gently): Yes.
Dr. Van Hyde: You remember that when—when—I thought you were not quite—