DR. ÖSTERMARK. Is your father still living?
MISS AMÉLIE. No, he is dead.
DR. ÖSTERMARK. Oh, yes. Well, now that I have gone so far, there is nothing to do but continue. Mr. Hall was—
MISS THÉRÈSE. Our father was a director of the Fire Insurance Company of Göteborg.
DR. ÖSTERMARK. Oh, well, then I beg your pardon. Do you find Paris to your liking?
MISS AMELIE. Very! Thérèse, do you remember what I did with my shawl? Such a cold draught here! [Rises.]
MISS THÉRÈSE. You left it in the orchard, no doubt.
DR. ÖSTERMARK [Rising]. No, don't go out. Allow me to find it for you—no—sit still—just sit still.
[Goes out into orchard. After a moment Mrs. Hall comes in from left, quite comfortable with drink; her cheeks are flaming red and her voice is uncertain.]
MISS AMÉLIE. Look, there's mother! And in that condition again! Heavens, why does she come here? Why did you come here, mother?