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The doctor!
[_She jumps up and slips into the conservatory._
DR. SCHIMMELPFENNIG
[_On entering._] I do really wish now that that little woman upstairs
would hurry a bit! [_He sits down beside the table, takes out his cigar
case again, extracts a cigar from it and lays the latter down on the
table._] You'll come over to my house afterward, won't you? I have a
necessary evil with two horses standing out there in which we can drive
straight over. [_He taps his cigar against the edge of the table._] Oh,
the holy state of matrimony! O Lord! [_Striking a match._] So you're
still pure, free, pious and merry?
LOTH
You might better have waited a few more days with that question.
DR. SCHIMMELPFENNIG
[_His cigar is lit now._] Oho! I see!--[_laughing_]--so you've caught on
to my tricks at last!
LOTH
Are you still so frightfully pessimistic in regard to women?
DR. SCHIMMELPFENNIG
_Fright_fully! [_Watching the drifting smoke of his cigar._] In other
years I was a pessimist, so to speak, by presentiment....
LOTH
Have you had very special experiences in the meantime?
DR. SCHIMMELPFENNIG
That's just it. My shingle reads: Specialist for Diseases of Women.
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