H. N. H. W. (throws herself into his arms, and helps herself to macaroons). That will be fearfully thrilling! My—my Manager!
Dr. Herd. (comes out, very pale, from Dispensary). Hilda, I did take the——I'm afraid I interrupt you?
Helmer. Not in the least. But this lady is my little lark, and she is going back to her cage by the next steamer.
Dr. Herd. (bitterly). Am I never to have a gleam of happiness—? But stay—do I see my little Senna once more?
Rübub. Pardon me—my little Senna. She always believed so firmly in my pill!
Dr. Herd. Well—well. If it must be. Rübub, I will take you into partnership, and we will take out a patent for that pill, jointly. Aline, my poor dear Aline, let us try once more if we cannot bring a ray of brightness into our cheerless home!
Mrs. Herd. Oh, Haustus, if only we could—but why do you propose that to me—now?
Dr. Herd. (softly—to himself). Because I have tried being a troll—and found that nothing came of it, and it wasn't worth sixpence!
[Hilda-Nora goes off to the right with Helmer; Senna to the left with Rübub; Dr. Herdal and Mrs. Herdal sit on two of the galvanised iron-chairs, and shake their heads disconsolately as the Curtain falls.
The End.