Excuse me, I am very thirsty. I came down for a glass of water.
Rhoda goes to the kitchen door, where she turns. The doctor puts on a pair of nose-glasses and scans Michaelis with interest. He holds out his hand, which Michaelis takes.
Littlefield.
We ought to know each other. We're colleagues, in a way.
Michaelis.
Colleagues?
Littlefield.
In a way, yes. I'm a practising physician.
Exit Rhoda.
You seem to have the call on us professionals, to judge by the number of your clients out yonder.