Rübub (with cold politeness). I am sorry to hear it—for his sake. But it would be quite contrary to professional etiquette to prevent him.
Mrs. Herd. And I never interfere with my husband's proceedings. I know my duty, Miss Blakdraf, if others don't!
Hilda (exulting with great intensity). At last! Now I see him in there, great and free again, mixing the powder in a spoon—with jam!.... Now he raises the spoon. Higher—higher still! (A gulp is audible from within.) There, didn't you hear a harp in the air? (Quietly.) I can't see the spoon any more. But there is one he is striving with, in blue spectacles!
"My—my Pill-Doctor!"
The New Assistant's Voice (within). The Pill-Doctor Herdal has taken his own powder!
Hilda (as if petrified). That voice! Where have I heard it before? No matter—he has got the powder down! (Waves a shawl in the air, and shrieks with wild jubilation.) It's too awfully thrilling! My—my Pill-Doctor!
The N. A. (comes out on verandah). I am happy to inform you that—as, to avoid accidents, I took the simple precaution of filling all the Dispensary-jars with Camphorated Chalk—no serious results may be anticipated from Dr. Herdal's rashness. (Removes spectacles.) Nora, don't you know me?
Hilda (reflects). I really don't remember having the pleasure——And I'm sure I heard a harp in the air!