[Holds it sometimes far, sometimes near, without being able to see it.]
WEILER (short pause).
You are so quiet. Is something wrong with you?
[FORESTER draws a single loud breath, and still keeps holding the muffler mechanically before him, without seeing it.]
WEILER.
Your face is quite distorted. I am going to call your wife.
FORESTER (makes a movement, as if he were pushing a load from him with utmost exertion).
Never mind! A slight dizziness. Have not been bled recently; the wine into the bargain—it's already passing away—say nothing to any one about this.
[Rises with difficulty.]