Arnholm. Not even from her?
Wangel.
No. And besides, I cannot expect her to interfere in such matters; it is not at all in her way. [Breaking off.] But that was not what we were going to talk about. Tell me—have you given any more thought to it?—to all that I told you last night?
Arnholm.
I have thought of nothing else, ever since we parted.
Wangel.
And what do you think I ought to do in the matter?
Arnholm.
My dear Doctor, I think that you, as a physician, ought to know better than I.
Wangel.
Oh, if you only knew how difficult it is for a physician to form a valid judgment in the case of a patient he loves so dearly! And this is no common disorder either—no case for an ordinary physician, or for ordinary remedies.
Arnholm. How is she to-day?
Wangel.
I have just been up to see her, and she appeared to me quite calm. But behind all her moods something seems to be hidden that eludes me
