SCHIGOLCH. Hm—Sister Theophila wouldn't have gone to heaven so promptly either, if she hadn't felt so affectionate towards our patient. SCHIGOLCH. RODRIGO.. She'll have a different value when one must serve thru a honeymoon with her. Anyway, it can't hurt her if she gets a little fresh air beforehand. RODRIGO. ALVA. (A pocketbook in his hand, to Geschwitz who [Pg 14] is leaning on a chair-back by the centre table.) This holds 10,000 marks. ALVA. [Pg 14] GESCHWITZ. Thank you, no. GESCHWITZ. ALVA. Please take it. ALVA. GESCHWITZ. (To Schigolch.) Come along, at last! GESCHWITZ. SCHIGOLCH. Patience, Fräulein. It's only a stone's throw across Hospital Street. I'll be here with her in five minutes. SCHIGOLCH. ALVA. You're bringing her here? ALVA. SCHIGOLCH. I'm bringing her here. Or do you fear for your health? SCHIGOLCH. ALVA. You see that I fear nothing.
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