<h2><SPAN name="PILL-DOCTOR_HERDAL" id="PILL-DOCTOR_HERDAL"></SPAN>PILL-DOCTOR HERDAL</h2>
<blockquote>[<span class="smcap">Prefatory Note.</span>—The original title—<i>Mester-Pjil-drögster
Herdal</i>—would sound a trifle too uncouth to the Philistine ear, and is
therefore modified as above, although the term "drögster," strictly
speaking, denotes a practitioner who has not received a regular
diploma].</blockquote>
<hr class="short" />
<h3><SPAN name="ACT_FIRST4" id="ACT_FIRST4"></SPAN>ACT FIRST</h3>
<p class="hangindent"><i>An elegantly furnished drawing-room at</i> Dr. <span class="smcap">Herdal's</span>. <i>In front, on the
left, a console-table, on which is a large round bottle full of coloured
water. On the right a stove, with a banner-screen made out of a
richly-embroidered chest-protector. On the stove, a stethoscope and a
small galvanic battery. In one corner, a hat and umbrella stand: in
another, a desk, at which stands</i> <span class="smcap">Senna Blakdraf</span>, <i>making out the
quarterly accounts. Through a glass-door at the back is seen the
Dispensary, where</i> <span class="smcap">Rübub Kalomel</span> <i>is seated, occupied in rolling a pill.
Both go on working in perfect silence for four minutes and a half.</i></p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Haustus Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Enters through hall-door; he is elderly, with a plain sensible
countenance, but slightly weak hair and expression.</i>] Come here Miss
Blakdraf. [<i>Hangs up hat, and throws his mackintosh on a divan.</i>] Have
you made out all those bills yet?</p>
<p class="direction">[<i>Looks sternly at her.</i></p>
<center><span class="smcap">Senna.</span></center>
<p>[<i>In a low hesitating voice.</i>] Almost. I have charged each patient with
three attendances daily. Even when you only dropped in for a cup of tea
and a chat. [<i>Passionately.</i>] I felt I <i>must</i>—I <i>must</i>!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Alters his tone, clasps her head in his hands, and whispers.</i>] I wish
you could make out the bills for me, <i>always</i>.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Senna.</span></center>
<p>[<i>In nervous exaltation.</i>] How lovely that would be! Oh, you are so
unspeakably good to me! It is too enthralling to be here!</p>
<p class="direction">[<i>Sinks down and embraces his knees.</i></p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>So I've understood. [<i>With suppressed irritation.</i>] For goodness' sake,
let go my legs! I do <i>wish</i> you wouldn't be so confoundedly neurotic!</p>
<div class="figcenter"> <SPAN href="images/p161.png"> <ANTIMG src="images/p161.png" width-obs="100%" alt="let go my legs" /></SPAN> <h3>"For goodness' sake, let go my legs!"</h3></div>
<center><span class="smcap">Rübub.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Has risen, and comes in through glass-door, breathing with difficulty;
he is a prematurely bald young man of fifty-five, with a harelip, and
squints slightly.</i>] I beg pardon, Dr. Herdal, I see I interrupt you.
[<i>As</i> <span class="smcap">Senna</span> <i>rises</i>.] I have just completed this pill. Have you looked
at it?</p>
<p class="direction">[<i>He offers it for inspection, diffidently.</i></p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Evasively.</i>] It appears to be a pill of the usual dimensions.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Rübub.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Cast down.</i>] All these years you have never given me one encouraging
word! <i>Can't</i> you praise my pill?</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Struggles with himself.</i>] I—I cannot. You should not attempt to
compound pills on your own account.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Rübub.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Breathing laboriously.</i>] And yet there was a time when <i>you</i>, too——</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Complacently.</i>] Yes, it was certainly a pill that came as a lucky
stepping stone—but not a pill like that!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Rübub.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Vehemently.</i>] Listen! Is that your last word? <i>Is</i> my aged mother to
pass out of this world without ever knowing whether I am competent to
construct an effective pill or not?</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>As if in desperation.</i>] You had better try it upon your mother—it
will enable her to form an opinion. Only mind—I will not be responsible
for the result.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Rübub.</span></center>
<p>I understand. Exactly as you tried <i>your</i> pill, all those years ago,
upon Dr. Ryval.</p>
<p class="direction">[<i>He bows and goes out.</i></p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Uneasily.</i>] He said that so strangely, Senna. But tell me now—when
are you going to marry him?</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Senna.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Starts—half glancing up at him.</i>] I—I don't know. This year—next
year—now—<i>never</i>! I cannot marry him ... I cannot—I <i>cannot</i>—it is
so utterly impossible to leave you!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>Yes, I can understand <i>that</i>. But, my poor Senna, hadn't you better take
a little walk?</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Senna.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Clasps her hands gratefully.</i>] How sweet and thoughtful you are to me!
I <i>will</i> take a walk.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>With a suppressed smile.</i>] Do! And—h'm!—you needn't trouble to come
back. I have advertised for a male book-keeper—they are less emotional.
Good-night, my little Senna!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Senna</span>.</center>
<p>[<i>Softly and quiveringly.</i>] Good-night, Dr. Herdal!</p>
<p class="direction">[<i>Staggers out of hall-door, blowing kisses.</i></p>
<center><span class="smcap">Mrs. Herdal</span>.</center>
<p>[<i>Enters through the window, plaintively.</i>] Quite an acquisition for
you, Haustus, this Miss Blakdraf!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>She's—h'm—extremely civil and obliging. But I am parting with her,
Aline—mainly on <i>your</i> account.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Mrs. Herdal</span>.</center>
<p>[<i>Evades him.</i>] Was it on my account, indeed, Haustus? You have parted
with so many young persons on my account—so you tell me!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Depressed.</i>] Oh, but this is hopeless! When I have tried so hard to
bring a ray of sunlight into your desolate life! I must give Rübub
Kalomel notice too—his pill is really too preposterous!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Mrs. Herdal</span>.</center>
<p>[<i>Feels gropingly for a chair, and sits down on the floor.</i>] Him, <i>too</i>!
Ah, Haustus, you will never make my home a real home for me. My poor
first husband, Halvard Solness, tried—and <i>he</i> couldn't! When one has
had such misfortunes as I have—all the family portraits burnt, and the
silk dresses, too, and a pair of twins, and nine lovely dolls.</p>
<p class="direction">[<i>Chokes with tears.</i></p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal</span>.</center>
<p>[<i>As if to lead her away from the subject.</i>] Yes, yes, yes, that must
have been a heavy blow for you, my poor Aline. I can understand that
your spirits can never be really high again. And then for poor Master
Builder Solness to be so taken up with that Miss Wangel as he was—that,
too, was so wretched for you. To see him topple off the tower, as he did
that day ten years ago——</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Mrs. Herdal</span>.</center>
<p>Yes, that too, Haustus. But I did not mind it so much—it all seemed so
perfectly natural in both of them.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal</span>.</center>
<p>Natural! For a girl of twenty three to taunt a middle-aged architect,
whom she knew to be constitutionally liable to giddiness, never to let
him have any peace till he had climbed a spire as dizzy as himself—and
all for the fun of seeing him fall off—how in the world——!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Mrs. Herdal</span>.</center>
<p>[<i>Laying the table for supper with dried fish and punch.</i>] The younger
generation have a keener sense of humour than we elder ones, Haustus,
and perhaps after all, she was only a perplexing sort of allegory.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal</span>.</center>
<p>Yes, that would explain her to some extent, no doubt. But how <i>he</i> could
be such an old fool!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Mrs. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>That Miss Wangel was a strangely fascinating type of girl. Why, even I
myself——</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Sits down and takes some fish.</i>] Fascinating? Well, goodness knows, I
couldn't see <i>that</i> at all. [<i>Seriously.</i>] Has it never struck you,
Aline, that elderly Norwegians are so deucedly impressionable—mere
bundles of overstrained nerves, hypersensitive ganglia. Except, of
course, the Medical Profession.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Mrs. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>Yes, of course; those in that profession are not so inclined to gangle.
And when one has succeeded by such a stroke of luck as you have——</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Drinks a glass of punch.</i>] You're right enough there. If I had not
been called in to prescribe for Dr. Ryval, who used to have the leading
practice here, I should never have stepped so wonderfully into his
shoes as I did. [<i>Changes to a tone of quiet chuckling merriment.</i>] Let
me tell you a funny story, Aline; it sounds a ludicrous thing—but all
my good fortune here was based upon a simple little pill. For if Dr.
Ryval had never taken it——</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Mrs. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Anxiously.</i>] Then you <i>do</i> think it was the pill that caused him
to——?</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>On the contrary; I am perfectly sure the pill had nothing whatever to do
with it—the inquest made it quite clear that it was really the
liniment. But don't you see, Aline, what tortures me night and day is
the thought that it <i>might</i> unconsciously have been the pill which——
Never to be free from <i>that</i>! To have such a thought gnawing and burning
always—always, like a moral mustard plaster!</p>
<p class="direction">[<i>He takes more punch.</i></p>
<center><span class="smcap">Mrs. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>Yes; I suppose there is a poultice of that sort burning on every
breast—and we must never take it off either—it is our simple duty to
keep it on. I too, Haustus, am haunted by a fancy that if this Miss
Wangel were to ring at our bell now——</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>After she has been lost sight of for ten years? She is safe enough in
some sanatorium, depend upon it. And what if she <i>did</i> come? Do you
think, my dear good woman, that I—a sensible clear-headed general
practitioner, who have found out all I know for myself—would let her
play the deuce with me as she did with poor Halvard? No, general
practitioners don't <i>do</i> such things—even in Norway!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Mrs. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>Don't they indeed, Haustus? [<i>The surgery-bell rings loudly.</i>] Did you
hear <i>that</i>? There she is! I will go and put on my best cap. It is my
duty to show her <i>that</i> small attention.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Laughing nervously.</i>] Why, what on earth!—— It's the night-bell. It
is most probably the new book-keeper! [<span class="smcap">Mrs. Herdal</span> <i>goes out</i>; <span class="smcap">Dr.
Herdal</span> <i>rises with difficulty, and opens the door</i>.] Goodness
gracious!—it is that girl, after all!</p>
<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Hilda Wangel</span> <i>enters through the dispensary door. She wears a divided
skirt, thick boots, and a Tam o' Shanter with an eagle's wing in it.
Somewhat freckled. Carries a green tin cylinder slung round her, and a
rug in a strap. Goes straight up to</i> <span class="smcap">Herdal</span>, <i>her eyes sparkling with
happiness</i>.</p>
<p>How are you? I've run you down, you see! The ten years are
up. Isn't it scrumptiously thrilling, to see me like this?</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Politely retreating.</i>] It is—very much so—but still I don't in the
least understand——</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Measures him with a glance.</i>] Oh, you <i>will</i>. I have come to be of use
to you. I've no luggage, and no money. Not that <i>that</i> makes any
difference. I never <i>have</i>. And I've been allured and attracted here.
You surely know how these things come about?</p>
<p class="direction">[<i>Throws her arms round him.</i></p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>What the deuce! Miss Wangel, you <i>mustn't</i>. I'm a married man! There's
my wife!</p>
<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Mrs. Herdal</span> <i>enters</i>.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>As if <i>that</i> mattered—it's only dear, sweet Mrs. Solness. <i>She</i> doesn't
mind—<i>do</i> you, dear Mrs. Solness?</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Mrs. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>It does not seem to be of much <i>use</i> minding, Miss Wangel. I presume you
have come to stay?</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>[<i>In amused surprise.</i>] Why, of course—what else should I come for? I
<i>always</i> come to stay, until—h'm! [<i>Nods slowly, and sits down at
table.</i></p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Involuntarily.</i>] She's drinking my punch! If she thinks I'm going to
stand this sort of thing, she's mistaken. I'll soon show her a
pill-doctor is a very different kind of person from a mere Master
Builder!</p>
<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Hilda</span> <i>finishes the punch with an indefinable expression in her eyes,
and</i> <span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal</span> <i>looks on gloomily as the Curtain falls</i>.</p>
<hr />
<h3><SPAN name="ACT_SECOND4" id="ACT_SECOND4"></SPAN>ACT SECOND</h3>
<p class="hangindent"><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal's</span> <i>drawing-room and dispensary, as before. It is early in the
day.</i> <span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal</span> <i>sits by the little table, taking his own temperature
with a clinical thermometer. By the door stands the</i> <span class="smcap">New Book-keeper</span>;
<i>he wears blue spectacles and a discoloured white tie, and seems
slightly nervous</i>.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>Well, now you understand what is necessary. My late book-keeper, Miss
Blakdraf, used to keep my accounts very cleverly—she charged every
visit twice over.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">The New Book-keeper.</span></center>
<p>I am familiar with book-keeping by double entry. I was once employed at
a bank.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>I am discharging my assistant, too; he was always trying to push me out
with his pills. Perhaps you will be able to dispense?</p>
<center><span class="smcap">The New Book-keeper.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Modestly.</i>] With an additional salary, I should be able to do that
too.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>Capital! You <i>shall</i> dispense with an additional salary. Go into the
dispensary, and see what you can make of it. You may mistake a few drugs
at first—but everything must have a beginning.</p>
<p class="direction">[<i>As the</i> <span class="smcap">New Book-keeper</span> <i>retires</i>, <span class="smcap">Mrs. Herdal</span> <i>enters in a hat and
cloak with a watering-pot, noiselessly</i>.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Mrs. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>Miss Wangel got up early, before breakfast, and went for a walk. She is
so wonderfully vivacious!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>So I should say. But tell me, Aline, is she <i>really</i> going to stay with
us here?</p>
<p class="direction">[<i>Nervously.</i></p>
<center><span class="smcap">Mrs. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Looks at him.</i>] So she tells me. And, as she has brought nothing with
her except a tooth-brush and a powder-puff, I am going into the town to
get her a few articles. We <i>must</i> make her feel at home.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Breaking out.</i>] I <i>will</i> make her not only <i>feel</i> but <i>be</i> at home,
wherever that is, this very day! I will <i>not</i> have a perambulating
Allegory without a portmanteau here on an indefinite visit. I say, she
shall go—do you hear, Aline? Miss Wangel will go!</p>
<p class="direction">[<i>Raps with his fist on table.</i></p>
<center><span class="smcap">Mrs. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Quietly.</i>] If you say so, Haustus, no doubt she will <i>have</i> to go. But
you must tell her so yourself.</p>
<p class="direction">[<i>Puts the watering-pot on the console table, and goes out, as</i> <span class="smcap">Hilda</span>
<i>enters, sparkling with pleasure</i>.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Goes up straight to him.</i>] Good morning, Dr. Herdal. I have just seen
a pig killed. It was <i>ripping</i>—I mean, gloriously thrilling! And your
wife has taken a tremendous fancy to me. Fancy <i>that</i>!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Gloomily.</i>] It <i>is</i> eccentric certainly. But my poor dear wife was
always a little——</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Nods her head slowly several times.</i>] So <i>you</i> have noticed that too?
I have had a long talk with her. She can't get over your discharging Mr.
Kalomel—he is the only man who ever <i>really</i> understood her.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>If I could only pay her off a little bit of the huge, immeasurable debt
I owe her—but I can't!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Looks hard at him.</i>] Can't <i>I</i> help you? I helped Ragnar Brovik.
Didn't you know I stayed with him and poor little Kaia—after that
accident to my Master Builder? I did. I made Ragnar build me the
loveliest castle in the air—lovelier, even, than poor Mr. Solness's
would have been—and we stood together on the very top. The steps were
rather too much for Kaia. Besides, there was no room for her on top. And
he put towering spires on all his semi-detached villas. Only, somehow,
they didn't let. Then the castle in the air tumbled down, and Ragnar
went into liquidation, and I continued my walking-tour.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Interested against his will.</i>] And where did you go after <i>that</i>, may
I ask, Miss Wangel?</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>Oh, ever so far north. There I met Mr. and Mrs. Tesman—the second Mrs.
Tesman—she who was Mrs. Elvsted, with the irritating hair, you know.
They were on their honeymoon, and had just decided that it was
impossible to reconstruct poor Mr. Lövborg's great book out of Mrs.
Elvsted's rough notes. But I insisted on George's attempting the
impossible—with Me. And what <i>do</i> you think Mrs. Tesman wears in her
hair <i>now</i>?</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>Why, really I could not say. Vine-leaves, perhaps.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>Wrong—<i>straws</i>! Poor Tesman <i>didn't</i> fancy that—so he shot himself,
<i>un</i>-beautifully, through his ticket-pocket. And I went on and took
Rosmershölm for the summer. There had been misfortune in the house, so
it was to let. Dear good old Rector Kroll acted as my reference; his
wife and children had no sympathy with his views, so I used to see him
every day. And I persuaded him, too, to attempt the impossible—he had
never ridden anything but a rocking-horse in his life, but I made him
promise to mount the White Horse of Rosmershölm. He didn't get over
<i>that</i>. They found his body, a fortnight afterwards, in the mill-dam.
Thrilling!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Shakes his finger at her.</i>] What a girl you are, Miss Wangel! But you
mustn't play these games <i>here</i>, you know.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Laughs to herself.</i>] Of course not. But I suppose I <i>am</i> a strange
sort of bird.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>You are like a strong tonic. When I look at you I seem to be regarding
an effervescing saline draught. Still, I really must decline to take
you.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>[<i>A little sulky.</i>] That is not how you spoke ten years ago, up at the
mountain station, when you were such a flirt!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p><i>Was</i> I a flirt? Deuce take me if I remember. But I am not like that
<i>now</i>.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>Then you have really forgotten how you sat next to me at the <i>table
d'hôte</i>, and made pills and swallowed them, and were so splendid and
buoyant and free that all the old women who knitted left next day?</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>What a memory you have for trifles, Miss Wangel; it's quite wonderful!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>Trifles! There was no trifling on <i>your</i> part. When you promised to come
back in ten years, like a troll, and fetch me!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>Did I say all that? It <i>must</i> have been <i>after table d'hôte</i>!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>It was. I was a mere chit then—only twenty-three; but <i>I</i> remember. And
now <i>I</i> have come for <i>you</i>.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>Dear, dear! But there is nothing of the troll about me now I have
married Mrs. Solness.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Looking sharply at him.</i>] Yes, I remember you were always dropping in
to tea in those days.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Seems hurt.</i>] Every visit was duly put down in the ledger and charged
for—as poor little Senna will tell you.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>Little Senna? Oh, Dr. Herdal, I believe there is a bit of the troll left
in you still!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Laughs a little.</i>] No, no; my conscience is perfectly robust—always
was.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>Are you quite <i>quite</i> sure that, when you went indoors with dear Mrs.
Solness that afternoon, and left me alone with my Master Builder, you
did not foresee—perhaps wish—intend, even a little, that—— H'm?</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>That you would talk the poor man into clambering up that tower? You want
to drag <i>Me</i> into that business now!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Teasingly.</i>] Yes, I certainly think that then you went on exactly like
a troll.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>With uncontrollable emotion.</i>] Hilda, there is not a corner of me safe
from you! Yes, I see now that <i>must</i> have been the way of it. Then I
<i>was</i> a troll in that, too! But isn't it terrible the price I have had
to pay for it? To have a wife who—— No, I shall never roll a pill
again—never, never!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Lays her head on the stove, and answers as if half asleep.</i>] No more
pills? Poor Doctor Herdal!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Bitterly.</i>] No—nothing but cosy commonplace grey powders for a whole
troop of children.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Lively again.</i>.] Not grey powders! [<i>Quite seriously.</i>] I will tell
you what you shall make next. Beautiful rainbow-coloured powders that will give
one a real grip on the world. Powders to make every one free and buoyant, and ready to
grasp at one's own happiness, to <i>dare</i> what one <i>would</i>. I will have
you make them. I will—I <i>will</i>!</p>
<div class="figcenter"> <SPAN href="images/p185.png"> <ANTIMG src="images/p185.png" width-obs="100%" alt="rainbow-coloured powders" /></SPAN> <h3>"Beautiful rainbow-coloured powders that will give one a real grip on the world!"</h3></div>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>H'm! I am not quite sure that I clearly understand. And then the
ingredients——?</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>What stupid people all of you pill-doctors are, to be sure! Why, they
will be <i>poisons</i>, of course!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>Poisons? Why in the world should they be <i>that</i>?</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Without answering him.</i>] All the thrillingest, deadliest poisons—it
is only such things that are wholesome, nowadays.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal</span>.</center>
<p>[<i>As if caught by her enthusiasm.</i>] And I could colour them, too, by
exposing them to rays cast through a prism. Oh, Hilda, how I have needed
you all these years! For, you see, with <i>her</i> it was impossible to
discuss such things.</p>
<p class="direction">[<i>Embraces her.</i></p>
<center><span class="smcap">Mrs. Herdal</span>.</center>
<p>[<i>Enters noiselessly through hall-door.</i>] I suppose, Haustus, you are
persuading Miss Wangel to start by the afternoon steamer? I have bought
her a pair of curling-tongs, and a packet of hairpins. The larger
parcels are coming on presently.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal</span>.</center>
<p>[<i>Uneasily.</i>] H'm! Hilda—Miss Wangel I <i>should</i> say—is kindly going to
stay on a little longer, to assist me in some scientific experiments.
You wouldn't understand them if I told you.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Mrs. Herdal</span>.</center>
<p>Shouldn't I, Haustus? I daresay not.</p>
<p class="direction">[<i>The </i>NEW BOOK-KEEPER<i> looks through the glass door of dispensary.</i></p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda</span>.</center>
<p>[<i>Starts violently and points—then in a whisper.</i>] Who is <i>that?</i></p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal</span>.</center>
<p>Only the new Book-keeper and Assistant—a very intelligent person.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda</span>.</center>
<p>[<i>Looks straight in front of her with a far-away expression, and
whispers to herself.</i>] I thought at first it was.... But no—<i>that</i>
would be <i>too</i> frightfully thrilling!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal</span>.</center>
<p>[<i>To himself.</i>] I'm turning into a regular old troll
now—but I can't
help myself. After all, I am only an elderly Norwegian. We are <i>made</i>
like that.... Rainbow powders—<i>real</i> rainbow powders! With Hilda!....
Oh, to have the joy of life once more!</p>
<p class="direction">[<i>Takes his temperature again as Curtain falls</i>.</p>
<hr />
<h3><SPAN name="ACT_THIRD4" id="ACT_THIRD4"></SPAN>ACT THIRD</h3>
<p class="hangindent">[<i>On the right, a smart verandah, attached to</i> <span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal's</span>
<i>dwelling-house, and communicating with the drawing-room and dispensary
by glass doors. On the left a tumble-down rockery, with a headless
plaster Mercury. In front, a lawn, with a large silvered glass globe on
a stand. Chairs and tables. All the furniture is of galvanised iron. A
sunset is seen going on among the trees.</i></p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Comes out of dispensary-door cautiously, and whispers.</i>] Hilda, are
you in there?</p>
<p class="direction">[<i>Taps with fingers on drawing-room door.</i></p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Comes out with a half-teasing smile.</i>] Well—and how is the
rainbow-powder getting on, Dr. Herdal?</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>With enthusiasm.</i>] It is getting on simply splendidly. I sent the new
assistant out to take a little walk, so that he should not be in the
way. There is arsenic in the powder, Hilda, and digitalis too, and
strychnine, and the best beetle-killer!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>[<i>With happy, wondering eyes.</i>] <i>Lots</i> of beetle-killer. And you will
give some of it to <i>her</i>, to make her free and buoyant. I think one
really <i>has</i> the right—when people happen to stand in the way——!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>Yes, you may well say so, Hilda. Still—[<i>dubiously</i>]—it <i>does</i> occur
to me that such doings may perhaps be misunderstood—by the
narrow-minded and conventional.</p>
<p class="direction">[<i>They go on the lawn, and sit down.</i></p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>[<i>With an outburst.</i>] Oh, that all seems to me so foolish—so
irrelevant! As if the whole thing wasn't intended as an allegory!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Relieved.</i>] Ah, so long as it is merely <i>allegorical</i>, of course——
But what is it an allegory <i>of</i>, Hilda?</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Reflects in vain.</i>] How can you sit there and ask such questions? I
suppose I am a symbol—of some sort.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>As a thought flashes upon him.</i>] A cymbal? That would certainly
account for your bra—— Then, am <i>I</i> a cymbal too, Hilda?</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>Why yes—what else? You represent the artist-worker, or the elder
generation, or the pursuit of the ideal, or a bilious conscience—or
something or other. <i>You're</i> all right!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Shakes his head.</i>] Am I? But I don't quite see—— Well, well, cymbals
are meant to clash a little. And I see plainly now that I ought to
prescribe this powder for as many as possible. Isn't it terrible, Hilda,
that so many poor souls never really die their own deaths—pass out of
the world without even the formality of an inquest? As the district
Coroner, I feel strongly on the subject.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>And, when the Coroner has finished sitting on all the bodies,
perhaps—but I shan't tell you now. [<i>Speaks as if to a child.</i>] There,
run away and finish making the rainbow-powder, do!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Skips up into the dispensary.</i>] I will—I will! Oh, I do feel such a
troll—such a light-haired, light-headed old devil!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Rübub.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Enters garden-gate.</i>] I have had my dismissal—but I'm not going
without saying good-bye to Mrs. Herdal.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>Dr. Herdal would disapprove—you really must not, Mr. Kalomel. And,
besides, Mrs. Herdal is not at home. She is in the town buying me a reel
of cotton. <i>Dr.</i> Herdal is in. He is making real rainbow powders for
regenerating everybody all round. Won't <i>that</i> be fun?</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Rübub.</span></center>
<p><i>Making</i> powders? Ha! ha! But you will see he won't <i>take</i> one himself.
It is quite notorious to us younger men that he simply daren't do it.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>[<i>With a little snort of contempt.</i>] Oh, I daresay—that's so likely!
[<i>Defiantly.</i>] I know he <i>can</i>, though. I've <i>seen</i> him!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Rübub.</span></center>
<p>There is a tradition that he once—but not now—he knows better. I think
you said Mrs. Herdal was in the town? I will go and look for her. I
understand her so well.</p>
<p class="direction">[<i>Goes out by gate.</i></p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Calls.</i>] Dr. Herdal! Come out this minute. I want you—awfully!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Puts his head out.</i>] Just when I am making such wonderful progress
with the powder. [<i>Comes down and leans on a table.</i>] Have you hit upon
some way of giving it to Aline? I thought if you were to put it in her
arrowroot——?</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>No, thanks. I won't have that now. I have just recollected that it is a
rule of mine never to injure anybody I have once been formally
introduced to. Strangers don't count. No, poor Mrs. Herdal mustn't take
that powder!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Disappointed.</i>] Then is nothing to come of making rainbow powders,
after all, Hilda?</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Looks hard at him.</i>] People say you are afraid to take your own
physic. Is that true?</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>Yes, I am. [<i>After a pause—with candour.</i>] I find it invariably
disagrees with me.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>[<i>With a half-dubious smile.</i>] I think I can understand <i>that</i>. But you
did <i>once</i>. You swallowed your own pills that day at the <i>table d'hôte</i>,
ten years ago. And I heard a harp in the air, too!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Open-mouthed.</i>] I don't think that <i>could</i> have been me. I don't play
any instrument. And that was quite a special thing, too. It's not every
day I can do it. Those were only <i>bread</i> pills, Hilda.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>[<i>With flashing eyes.</i>] But you rolled them, you took them. And I want
to see you stand once more free and high and great, swallowing your own
preparations. [<i>Passionately.</i>] I <i>will</i> have you do it!
[<i>Imploringly.</i>] Just <i>once</i> more, Dr. Herdal!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>If I did, Hilda, my medical knowledge, slight as it is, leads me to the
conclusion that I should in all probability burst.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Looks deeply into his eyes.</i>] So long as you burst <i>beautifully</i>! But
no doubt that Miss Blakdraf——</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>You must believe in me utterly and entirely. I will do
anything—<i>anything</i>, Hilda, to provide you with agreeable
entertainment. I <i>will</i> swallow my own powder! [<i>To himself, as he goes
gravely up to dispensary.</i>] If only the drugs are sufficiently
adulterated!</p>
<p class="direction">[<i>Goes in; as he does so, the</i> <span class="smcap">New Assistant</span> <i>enters the garden in
blue spectacles, unseen by</i> <span class="smcap">Hilda</span>, <i>and follows him, leaving open
the glass door.</i></p>
<center><span class="smcap">Senna.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Comes wildly out of drawing-room.</i>] Where is dear Dr. Herdal? Oh, Miss
Wangel, he has discharged me—but I can't—I simply <i>can't</i> live away
from that lovely ledger.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Jubilantly.</i>] At this moment Dr. Herdal is in the dispensary, taking
one of his own powders.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Senna.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Despairingly.</i>] But—but it is utterly impossible! Miss Wangel, you
have such a firm hold of him—<i>don't</i> let him do that!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>I have already done all I can.</p>
<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Rübub</span> <i>appears, talking confidentially with</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Herdal</span>, <i>at
gate.</i></p>
<center><span class="smcap">Senna.</span></center>
<p>Oh, Mrs. Herdal, Rübub! The Pill-Doctor is going to take one of his own
preparations. Save him—quick!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Rübub.</span></center>
<p>[<i>With cold politeness.</i>] I am sorry to hear it—for his sake. But it
would be quite contrary to professional etiquette to prevent him.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Mrs. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>And I never interfere with my husband's proceedings. I know <i>my</i> duty,
Miss Blakdraf, if <i>others</i> don't!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Exulting with great intensity.</i>] At last! Now I see him in there,
great and free again, mixing the powder in a spoon—with jam!... Now he
raises the spoon. Higher—higher still! [<i>A gulp is audible from
within.</i>] There, didn't you hear a harp in the air? [<i>Quietly.</i>] I can't
see the spoon any more. But there is one he is striving with, in blue
spectacles!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">The New Assistant's Voice.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Within.</i>] The Pill-Doctor Herdal has taken his own powder!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>[<i>As if petrified.</i>] That voice! <i>Where</i> have I heard it before? No
matter—he has got the powder down! [<i>Waves a shawl in the air, and
shrieks with wild jubilation.</i>] It's too awfully thrilling! My—<i>my</i>
Pill-Doctor!</p>
<div class="figcenter"> <SPAN href="images/p203.png"> <ANTIMG src="images/p203.png" width-obs="100%" alt="my Pill-doctor" /></SPAN> <h3>"My, my Pill-doctor!"</h3></div>
<center><span class="smcap">The New Assistant.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Comes out on verandah.</i>] I am happy to inform you that—as, to avoid
accidents, I took the simple precaution of filling all the
dispensary-jars with camphorated chalk—no serious results may be anticipated
from Dr. Herdal's rashness. [<i>Removes spectacles.</i>] Nora, don't
you know me?</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Reflects.</i>] I really don't remember having the pleasure—— And I'm
<i>sure</i> I heard a harp in the air!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Mrs. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>I fancy, Miss Wangel, it must have been merely a bee in your bonnet.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">The New Assistant.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Tenderly.</i>] Still the same little singing-bird! Oh, Nora, my long-lost
lark!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Sulkily.</i>] I'm <i>not</i> a lark—I'm a bird of prey—and when I get my
claws into anything——!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">The New Assistant.</span></center>
<p>Macaroons, for instance? I remember your tastes of old. See, Nora!
[<i>Produces a paper-bag from his coat-tail pocket.</i>] They were fresh this
morning!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Wavering.</i>] If you insist on calling me Nora, I think you must be just
a little mad yourself.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">The New Assistant.</span></center>
<p>We are all a little mad—in Norway. But Torvald Helmer is sane enough
still to recognise his own little squirrel again! Surely, Nora, your
education is complete at last—you have gained the experience you
needed?</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Nods slowly.</i>] Yes, Torvald, you're right enough <i>there</i>. I have
thought things out for myself, and have got clear about them. And I have
quite made up my mind that Society and the Law are all wrong, and that I
am right.</p>
<center><center><span class="smcap">Helmer.</span></center></center>
<p>[<i>Overjoyed.</i>] Then you <i>have</i> learnt the Great Lesson, and are fit to
undertake the charge of your children's education at last! You've no
notion how they've grown! Yes, Nora, our marriage will be a true
marriage now. You will come back to the Dolls' House, won't you?</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda-Nora-Helmer-Wangel.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Hesitates.</i>] Will you let me forge cheques if I do, Torvald?</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Helmer.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Ardently.</i>] All day. And at night, Nora, we will falsify the
accounts—together!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Hilda-Nora-Helmer-Wangel.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Throws herself into his arms, and helps herself to macaroons.</i>] That
will be fearfully thrilling! My—<i>my</i> Manager!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Comes out very pale, from dispensary.</i>] Hilda I <i>did</i> take the—— I'm
afraid I interrupt you?</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Helmer.</span></center>
<p>Not in the least. But this lady is my little lark, and she is going
back to her cage by the next steamer.</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Bitterly.</i>] Am I <i>never</i> to have a gleam of happiness? But stay—do I
see my little Senna once more?</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Rübub.</span></center>
<p>Pardon me—<i>my</i> little Senna. She always believed so firmly in my pill!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>Well—well. If it must be. Rübub, I will take you into partnership, and
we will take out a patent for that pill, jointly. Aline, my poor dear
Aline, let us try once more if we cannot bring a ray of brightness into
our cheerless home!</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Mrs. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>Oh, Haustus, if only we <i>could</i>—but why do you propose that to
me—<i>now</i>?</p>
<center><span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal.</span></center>
<p>[<i>Softly—to himself.</i>] Because I have tried being a troll—and found
that nothing came of it, and it wasn't worth sixpence!</p>
<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Hilda-Nora</span> <i>goes off to the right with</i> <span class="smcap">Helmer</span>; <span class="smcap">Senna</span> <i>to the left
with</i> <span class="smcap">Rübub</span>; <span class="smcap">Dr. Herdal</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Herdal</span> <i>sit on two of the
galvanised-iron chairs, and shake their heads disconsolately as the
Curtain falls.</i></p>
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<center><i>Price Ten Shillings and Sixpence</i><br/><br/>
<span class="smcap">London: Wm. HEINEMANN, 21 Bedford Street, W.C.</span></center><br/><br/>
<hr />
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<br/>
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<p><i>March 1893.</i></p>
<h4>A LIST OF</h4>
<h3><span class="smcap">Mr. WILLIAM HEINEMANN'S</span></h3>
<h4><span class="smcap">Publications</span></h4>
<center>AND</center>
<h4><span class="smcap">Forthcoming Works</span></h4>
<p><i>The Books mentioned in this List can be obtained to order by any
Bookseller if not in stock, or will be sent by the Publisher post free
on receipt of price.</i></p>
<center>* * * * *</center><br/>
<h4>INDEX OF AUTHORS.</h4>
<center>
<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="10" summary="list of authors">
<tr><td></td><td align="right">PAGE</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Alexander</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s13">13</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Arbuthnot</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s8">8</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Atherton</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s13">13</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Baddeley</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s8">8</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Balestier</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s9">9</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#s13">13</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Barrett</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s9">9</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Behrs</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s6">6</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Bendall</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s16">16</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Björnson</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s11">11</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#s14">14</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Bowen</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s5">5</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Brown</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s9">9</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Brown and Griffiths</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s16">16</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Buchanan</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s8">8</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#s10">10</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#s14">14</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Butler</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s5">5</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Caine</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s8">8</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#s12">12</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Caine</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s16">16</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Cambridge</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s12">12</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Chester</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s7">7</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Clarke</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s10">10</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Colomb</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s6">6</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Compayre</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s5">5</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Couperus</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s11">11</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Crackanthorpe</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s13">13</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Davidson</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s5">5</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Dawson</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s16">16</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">De Quincey</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s7">7</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Dowson</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s9">9</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Eeden</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s4">4</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Ellwanger</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s8">8</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Ely</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s8">8</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Farrar</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s8">8</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Fitch</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s5">5</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Forbes</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s6">6</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Fothergill</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s9">9</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Franzos</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s11">11</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Frederic</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s7">7</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#s12">12</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Garner</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s8">8</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Garnett</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s4">4</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Gaulot</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s4">4</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Gilchrist</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s10">10</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Gore</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s16">16</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Gosse</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s4">4</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#s7">7</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#s10">10</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Grand</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s9">9</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Gray</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s8">8</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Gray (Maxwell)</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s9">9</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Griffiths</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s16">16</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Hall</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s16">16</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Harland</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s13">13</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Hardy</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s12">12</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Heine</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s4">4</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#s6">6</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Henderson</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s14">14</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Howard</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s10">10</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Hughes</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s5">5</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Hungerford</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s9">9</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#s10">10</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#s13">13</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Ibsen</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s14">14</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Irving</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s14">14</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Ingersoll</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s9">9</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Jæger</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s7">7</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#s15">15</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Jeaffreson</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s6">6</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Keeling</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s10">10</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Kimball</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s16">16</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Kipling and Balestier</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s10">10</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Lanza</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s13">13</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Le Caron</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s6">6</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Lee</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s10">10</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Leighton</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s9">9</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Leland</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s16">16</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Lie</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s11">11</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Lowe</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s6">6</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#s7">7</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Lowry</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s10">10</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Lynch</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s13">13</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Maartens</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s10">10</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Maeterlinck</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s14">14</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Maude</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s6">6</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Mantegazza</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s4">4</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Maupassant</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s11">11</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Maurice</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s6">6</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Merriman</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s4">4</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Michel</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s3">3</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Mitford</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s13">13</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Moore</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s9">9</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Murray</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s6">6</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Norris</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s9">9</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Ouida</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s10">10</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Palacio-Valdés</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s11">11</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Pearce</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s10">10</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Pennell</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s7">7</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Philips</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s14">14</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Phelps</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s13">13</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Pinero</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s15">15</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Rawnsley</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s8">8</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Renan</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s7">7</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Richter</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s8">8</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Riddell</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s13">13</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Rives</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s10">10</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Roberts (C.G.D.)</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s9">9</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Roberts (A. von)</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s11">11</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Salaman (M. C.)</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s7">7</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Salaman (J. S.)</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s7">7</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Scudamore</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s6">6</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Serao</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s11">11</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Sergeant</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s13">13</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Sienkiewicz</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s11">11</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Tallentyre</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s4">4</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Tasma</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s10">10</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#s12">12</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Terry</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s4">4</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Thurston</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s16">16</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Tolstoy</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s11">11</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#s14">14</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Tree</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s15">15</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Valera</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s11">11</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Ward</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s13">13</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Warden</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s13">13</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Waugh</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s6">6</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Weitemeyer</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s8">8</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">West</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s5">5</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Whistler</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s4">4</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#s7">7</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">White</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s10">10</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Whitman</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s8">8</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Williams</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s8">8</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Wood</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s10">10</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Zangwill</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s7">7</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#s10">10</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Zola</td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#s13">13</SPAN></td></tr>
</table>
</center>
<hr />
<SPAN name="s3"></SPAN>
<br/>
<center><i>In preparation</i>.</center>
<h3>REMBRANDT:</h3>
<h4>HIS LIFE, HIS WORK, AND HIS TIME.</h4>
<center>BY</center >
<h5>ÉMILE MICHEL,</h5>
<center><i>MEMBER OF THE INSTITUTE OF FRANCE.</i></center><br/>
<center>EDITED AND PREFACED BY</center>
<h5>FREDERICK WEDMORE.</h5>
<p>Nothing need be said in justification of a comprehensive book upon the
life and work of Rembrandt. A classic among classics, he is also a
modern of moderns. His works are to-day more sought after and better
paid for than ever before; he is now at the zenith of a fame which can
hardly decline.</p>
<p>The author of this work is perhaps, of all living authorities on
Rembrandt, the one who has had the largest experience, the best
opportunity of knowing all that can be known of the master.</p>
<p>The latest inventions in photogravure and process-engraving have enabled
the publisher to reproduce almost everything that is accessible in the
public galleries of Europe, as well as most of the numerous private
collections containing specimens of Rembrandt's work in England and on
the Continent.</p>
<p>This work will be published in two volumes 4to, each containing over 300
pages. There will be over 30 photogravures, about 40 coloured
reproductions of paintings and chalk drawings, and 250 illustrations in
the text.</p>
<p>Two Editions will be printed—one on Japanese vellum, limited to 200
numbered copies (for England and America), with duplicates of the plates
on India paper, price <i>£10 10s.</i> net. The ordinary edition will be
published at <i>£2 2s.</i> net.</p>
<p>An illustrated prospectus is now ready and may be had on application.
Orders will be received by all booksellers, in town and country.</p>
<hr />
<SPAN name="s4"></SPAN>
<h4>Forthcoming Works.</h4>
<p>QUESTIONS AT ISSUE. Essays. By <span class="smcap">Edmund Gosse</span>. In One Volume, crown 8vo
(uniform with "Gossip in a Library").</p>
<p class="hangindent">A FRIEND OF THE QUEEN. Being Correspondence between Marie Antoinette and
Monsieur de Fersen. By <span class="smcap">Paul Gaulot</span>. In One Volume, 8vo.</p>
<p class="hangindent">FROM WISDOM COURT. By <span class="smcap">Henry Seton Merriman</span> and <span class="smcap">Stephen Graham
Tallentyre</span>. With 50 Illustrations by <span class="smcap">E. Courboin</span>. In One Volume, crown
8vo (uniform with "Woman through a Man's Eyeglass" and "The Old Maid's
Club").</p>
<p>THE ART OF TAKING A WIFE. By Professor <span class="smcap">Mantegazza</span>. Translated from the
Italian. In One Volume. Crown 8vo.</p>
<p class="hangindent">THE SALON; or Letters on Art, Music, Popular Life, and Politics. By
<span class="smcap">Heinrich Heine</span>. Translated by <span class="smcap">Charles Godfrey Leland</span>. Crown 8vo (Heine's
Works, Vol. 4).</p>
<p class="hangindent">THE BOOK OF SONGS. By <span class="smcap">Heinrich Heine</span>. Translated by <span class="smcap">Charles Godfrey
Leland</span>. Crown 8vo (Heine's Works, Vol. 9).</p>
<p class="hangindent">THE WORKS OF HEINRICH HEINE. Large Paper Edition, limited to 100
Numbered Copies. Price 15s. per volume net, sold only to subscribers for
the complete work. Vols. I. II. and III. are now ready.</p>
<p class="hangindent">LIFE OF HEINRICH HEINE. By <span class="smcap">Richard Garnett</span>, LL.D. With Portrait. Crown
8vo (uniform with the translation of Heine's Works).</p>
<p class="hangindent">LITTLE JOHANNES. By <span class="smcap">Frederick van Eeden</span>. Translated from the Dutch by
<span class="smcap">Clara Bell</span>. With an Introduction by <span class="smcap">Andrew Lang</span>. Illustrated.</p>
<center>⁂ <i>Also a Large Paper Edition.</i></center>
<p>STRAY MEMORIES. By <span class="smcap">Ellen Terry</span>. In one volume. 4to. Illustrated.</p>
<p class="hangindent">SONGS ON STONE. By <span class="smcap">J. McNeill Whistler</span>. A series of lithographic
drawings in colour, by Mr. <span class="smcap">Whistler</span>, will appear from time to time in
parts, under the above title. Each containing four plates. The first
issue of 200 copies will be sold at Two Guineas net per part, by
Subscription for the Series only.</p>
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artist, each Five Guineas net.</i></center><br/><br/>
<hr />
<SPAN name="s5"></SPAN>
<h4>The Great Educators.</h4>
<p><i>A Series of Volumes by Eminent Writers, presenting in their entirety "A
Biographical History of Education."</i></p>
<blockquote><p><i>The Times.</i>—"A Series of Monographs on 'The Great Educators'
should prove of service to all who concern themselves with the
history, theory, and practice of education."</p>
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Heinemann's new series, 'The Great Educators.' It should help to
allay the hunger and thirst for knowledge and culture of the vast
multitude of young men and maidens which our educational system
turns out yearly, provided at least with an appetite for
instruction."</p>
</blockquote>
<p>Each subject will form a complete volume, crown 8vo, 5s.</p>
<hr class="short" />
<center><i>Now ready.</i></center>
<p>ARISTOTLE, and the Ancient Educational Ideals. <span class="smcap">Thomas Davidson</span>, M.A.,
LL.D.</p>
<blockquote><p><i>The Times.</i>—"A very readable sketch of a very interesting
subject."</p>
</blockquote>
<p>LOYOLA, and the Educational System of the Jesuits. By Rev. <span class="smcap">Thomas
Hughes</span>, S.J.</p>
<blockquote><p><i>Saturday Review.</i>—"Full of valuable information.... If a
schoolmaster would learn how the education of the young can be
carried on so as to confer real dignity on those engaged in it, we
recommend him to read Mr. Hughes' book."</p>
</blockquote>
<p>ALCUIN, and the Rise of the Christian Schools. By Professor <span class="smcap">Andrew F.
West</span>, Ph.D.</p>
<p>FROEBEL, and Education by Self-Activity. By <span class="smcap">H. Courthope Bowen</span>, M.A.</p>
<p class="hangindent">ABELARD, and the Origin and Early History of Universities. By <span class="smcap">Jules
Gabriel Compayre</span>, Professor in the Faculty of Toulouse.</p>
<hr class="short" />
<center><i>In preparation</i>.</center>
<p>ROUSSEAU; or, Education according to Nature.</p>
<p>HERBART; or, Modern German Education.</p>
<p>PESTALOZZI; or, the Friend and Student of Children</p>
<p>HORACE MANN, and Public Education in the United States. By <span class="smcap">Nicholas
Murray Butler</span>, Ph.D.</p>
<p class="hangindent">BELL, LANCASTER, and ARNOLD; or, the English Education of To-Day. By <span class="smcap">J.
G. Fitch</span>, LL.D., Her Majesty's Inspector of Schools.</p>
<hr class="short" />
<center><i>Others to follow.</i></center>
<SPAN name="s6"></SPAN>
<p class="hangindent">VICTORIA: Queen and Empress. By <span class="smcap">John Cordy Jeaffreson</span>, Author of "The
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<p class="hangindent">ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON: a Study of his Life and Work. By <span class="smcap">Arthur Waugh</span>,
B.A. Oxon. With Twenty Illustrations, from Photographs Specially Taken
for this Work, and Five Portraits. Second Edition, Revised. In One
Volume, demy 8vo, <i>10s. 6d.</i></p>
<p class="hangindent">TWENTY-FIVE YEARS IN THE SECRET SERVICE. The Recollections of a Spy. By
Major <span class="smcap">Le Caron</span>. Eighth Edition. In One Volume, 8vo. With Portraits and
Facsimiles. Price <i>14s.</i></p>
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<p class="hangindent">THE GREAT WAR IN 189—. A Forecast. By Rear-Admiral <span class="smcap">Colomb</span>, Col.
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Christie Murray</span>, and <span class="smcap">F. Scudamore</span>. In One Volume, large 8vo. With
numerous Illustrations, <i>12s. 6d.</i></p>
<p class="hangindent">THE FAMILY LIFE OF HEINRICH HEINE. Illustrated by one hundred and
twenty-two hitherto unpublished letters addressed by him to different
members of his family. Edited by his nephew Baron <span class="smcap">Ludwig Von Embden</span>, and
translated by <span class="smcap">Charles Godfrey Leland</span>. In One Volume, 8vo. With 4
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Mitford</span>.</p>
<p>THE MASTER OF THE MAGICIANS. By ELIZABETH <span class="smcap">Stuart Phelps</span> and <span class="smcap">Herbert D.
Ward</span>.</p>
<blockquote><p><i>Athenæum.</i>—"A thrilling story."</p>
</blockquote>
<p class="hangindent">THE HEAD OF THE FIRM. By Mrs. <span class="smcap">Riddell</span>, Author of "George Geith,"
"Maxwell Drewett," &c. [<i>In preparation.</i></p>
<p>THE AVERAGE WOMAN. By <span class="smcap">Wolcott Balestier</span>. With an Introduction by <span class="smcap">Henry
James</span>.</p>
<p class="hangindent">THE ATTACK ON THE MILL, and Other Sketches of War. By <span class="smcap">Emile Zola</span>. With
an essay on the short stories of M. Zola by Edmund Gosse.</p>
<p>WRECKAGE, and other Stories. By <span class="smcap">Hubert Crackanthorpe</span>.</p>
<p class="hangindent">MADEMOISELLE MISS, and Other Stories. By <span class="smcap">Henry Harland</span>, Author of "Mea
Culpa," &c. [<i>In the Press.</i></p>
<p class="hangindent">LOS CERRITOS. A Romance of the Modern Time. By GERTRUDE FRANKLIN
ATHERTON, Author of "Hermia Suydam," and "What Dreams May Come."</p>
<blockquote><p><i>Athenæum.</i>—"Full of fresh fancies and suggestions. Told with
strength and delicacy. A decidedly charming romance."</p>
</blockquote>
<p>A MODERN MARRIAGE. By the Marquise CLARA LANZA.</p>
<blockquote><p><i>Queen.</i>—"A powerful story, dramatically and consistently carried
out."</p>
<p><i>Black and White.</i>—"A decidedly clever book."</p>
</blockquote>
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<hr class="short" />
<h4>Popular Shilling Books.</h4>
<p>MADAME VALERIE. By <span class="smcap">F. C. Philips</span>, Author of "As in a Looking-Glass," &c.</p>
<p>THE MOMENT AFTER: A Tale of the Unseen. By <span class="smcap">Robert Buchanan</span>.</p>
<blockquote><p><i>Athenæum.</i>—"Should be read—in daylight."</p>
<p><i>Observer.</i>—"A clever <i>tour de force</i>."</p>
<p><i>Guardian.</i>—"Particularly impressive, graphic, and powerful."</p>
</blockquote>
<p class="hangindent">CLUES; or, Leaves from a Chief Constable's Note-Book. By <span class="smcap">William
Henderson</span>, Chief Constable of Edinburgh.</p>
<blockquote><p><i>Mr. Gladstone.</i>—"I found the book full of interest."</p>
</blockquote>
<hr class="short" />
<h4>Dramatic Literature.</h4>
<p class="hangindent">THE MASTER BUILDER. A Play in Three Acts. By <span class="smcap">Henrik Ibsen</span>. Translated
from the Norwegian by <span class="smcap">Edmund Gosse</span> and <span class="smcap">William Archer</span>. Small 4to, with
Portrait, <i>5s.</i> [<i>Just ready.</i></p>
<p>A NEW PLAY. By <span class="smcap">Björnstjerne Björnson</span>. Translated from the Norwegian.
[<i>In preparation.</i></p>
<p class="hangindent">THE PRINCESSE MALEINE: A Drama in Five Acts (Translated by <span class="smcap">Gerard
Harry</span>), and THE INTRUDER: A Drama in One Act. By <span class="smcap">Maurice Maeterlinck</span>.
With an Introduction by <span class="smcap">Hall Caine</span>, and a Portrait of the Author. Small
4to, cloth, <i>5s.</i></p>
<blockquote><p><i>Athenæum.</i>—"In the creation of the 'atmosphere' of the play M.
Maeterlinck shows his skill. It is here that he communicates to us
the <i>nouveau frisson</i>, here that he does what no one else has done.
In 'The Intruder' the art consists of the subtle gradations of
terror, the slow, creeping progress of the nightmare of
apprehension. Nothing quite like it has been done before—not even
by Poe—not even by Villiers."</p>
</blockquote>
<p class="hangindent">THE FRUITS OF ENLIGHTENMENT: A Comedy in Four Acts. By Count <span class="smcap">Lyof
Tolstoy</span>. Translated from the Russian by <span class="smcap">E. J. Dillon</span>. With Introduction
by <span class="smcap">A. W. Pinero</span>. Small 4to, with Portrait, <i>5s.</i></p>
<blockquote><p><i>Pall Mall Gazette.</i>—"The whole effect of the play is distinctly
Molièresque; it has something of the large humanity of the master.
Its satire is genial, almost gay."</p>
</blockquote>
<p class="hangindent">HEDDA GABLER: A Drama in Four Acts. By <span class="smcap">Henrik Ibsen</span>. Translated from the
Norwegian by <span class="smcap">Edmund Gosse</span>. Small 4to, cloth, with Portrait, <i>5s.</i>
Vaudeville Edition, paper, <i>1s.</i> Also a Limited Large Paper Edition,
<i>21s. net.</i></p>
<blockquote><p><i>Times.</i>—"The language in which this play is couched is a model of
brevity, decision, and pointedness.... Every line tells, and there
is not an incident that does not bear on the action immediate or
remote. As a corrective to the vapid and foolish writing with which
the stage is deluged 'Hedda Gabler' is perhaps entitled to the
place of honour."</p>
</blockquote>
<p class="hangindent">THE DRAMA, ADDRESSES. By <span class="smcap">Henry Irving</span>. Fcap. 8vo. With Portrait by J.
McN. Whistler. <i>3s. 6d.</i> Second Edition.</p>
<SPAN name="s15"></SPAN>
<p class="hangindent">SOME INTERESTING FALLACIES OF THE MODERN STAGE. An Address delivered to
the Playgoers' Club at St. James's Hall, on Sunday, 6th December, 1891.
By <span class="smcap">Herbert Beerbohm Tree</span>. Crown 8vo, sewed, <i>6d.</i></p>
<p class="hangindent">THE LIFE OF HENRIK IBSEN. By <span class="smcap">Henrik Jæger</span>. Translated by <span class="smcap">Clara Bell</span>.
With the Verse done into English from the Norwegian Original by <span class="smcap">Edmund
Gosse</span>. Crown 8vo, cloth, <i>6s.</i></p>
<blockquote><p><i>St. James's Gazette.</i>—"Admirably translated. Deserves a cordial
and emphatic welcome."</p>
<p><i>Guardian.</i>—"Ibsen's dramas at present enjoy a considerable vogue,
and their admirers will rejoice to find full descriptions and
criticisms in Mr. Jæger's book."</p>
</blockquote>
<hr class="short" />
<center>THE PLAYS OF ARTHUR W. PINERO.<br/><br/>
With Introductory Notes by <span class="smcap">Malcolm C. Salaman.</span> 16mo, Paper Covers, <i>1s.
6d.</i>; or Cloth, <i>2s. 6d.</i> each.</center>
<p>THE TIMES: A Comedy in Four Acts. With a Preface by the Author. (Vol.
I.)</p>
<blockquote><p><i>Daily Telegraph.</i>—"'The Times' is the best example yet given of
Mr. Pinero's power as a satirist. So clever is his work that it
beats down opposition. So fascinating is his style that we cannot
help listening to him."</p>
<p><i>Morning Post.</i>—"Mr. Pinero's latest belongs to a high order of
dramatic literature, and the piece will be witnessed again with all
the greater zest after the perusal of such admirable dialogue."</p>
</blockquote>
<p>THE PROFLIGATE: A Play in Four Acts. With Portrait of the Author, after
<span class="smcap">J. Mordecai</span>. (Vol. II.)</p>
<blockquote><p><i>Pall Mall Gazette.</i>—"Will be welcomed by all who have the true
interests of the stage at heart."</p>
</blockquote>
<p>THE CABINET MINISTER: A Farce in Four Acts. (Vol. III.)</p>
<blockquote><p><i>Observer.</i>—"It is as amusing to read as it was when played."</p>
</blockquote>
<p>THE HOBBY HORSE: A Comedy in Three Acts. (Vol. IV.)</p>
<blockquote><p><i>St. James's Gazette.</i>—"Mr. Pinero has seldom produced better or
more interesting work than in 'The Hobby Horse.'"</p>
</blockquote>
<p>LADY BOUNTIFUL: A Play in Four Acts. (Vol. V.)</p>
<p>THE MAGISTRATE: A Farce in Three Acts. (Vol. VI.)</p>
<p>DANDY DICK: A Farce in Three Acts. (Vol. VII.)</p>
<p>SWEET LAVENDER. (Vol. VIII.)</p>
<center>To be followed by The Schoolmistress, The Weaker Sex, Lords and Commons,
and The Squire.</center>
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<h4>Poetry.</h4>
<p>LOVE SONGS OF ENGLISH POETS, 1500-1800 With Notes by <span class="smcap">Ralph H. Caine</span>.
Fcap. 8vo, rough edges, <i>3s. 6d.</i></p>
<center>⁂ <i>Large Paper Edition, limited to 100 Copies, 10s. 6d. Net.</i></center>
<p class="hangindent">IVY AND PASSION FLOWER: Poems. By <span class="smcap">Gerard Bendall</span>, Author of "Estelle,"
&c. &c. 12mo, cloth, <i>3s. 6d.</i></p>
<blockquote><p><i>Scotsman.</i>—"Will be read with pleasure."</p>
<p><i>Musical World.</i>—"The poems are delicate specimens of art,
graceful and polished."</p>
</blockquote>
<p>VERSES. By <span class="smcap">Gertrude Hall</span>. 12mo, cloth, <i>3s. 6d.</i></p>
<blockquote><p><i>Manchester Guardian.</i>—"Will be welcome to every lover of poetry
who takes it up."</p>
</blockquote>
<p>IDYLLS OF WOMANHOOD. By <span class="smcap">C. Amy Dawson</span>. Fcap. 8vo, gilt top, <i>5s.</i></p>
<hr class="short" />
<h4>Heinemann's Scientific Handbooks.</h4>
<p class="hangindent">MANUAL OF BACTERIOLOGY. By <span class="smcap">A. B. Griffiths</span>, Ph.D., F.R.S. (Edin.),
F.C.S. Crown 8vo, cloth, Illustrated. <i>7s. 6d.</i></p>
<blockquote><p><i>Pharmaceutical Journal.</i>—"The subject is treated more thoroughly
and completely than in any similar work published in this
country.... It should prove a useful aid to pharmacists, and all
others interested in the increasingly important subject of which it
treats, and particularly so to those possessing little or no
previous knowledge concerning the problems of micro-biology."</p>
</blockquote>
<p class="hangindent">MANUAL OF ASSAYING GOLD, SILVER, COPPER, AND LEAD ORES. By <span class="smcap">Walter Lee
Brown</span>, B.Sc. Revised, Corrected, and considerably Enlarged, with a
chapter on the Assaying of Fuel, &c. By <span class="smcap">A. B. Griffiths</span>, Ph.D., F.R.S.
(Edin.), F.C.S. Crown 8vo, cloth, Illustrated, <i>7s. 6d.</i></p>
<blockquote><p><i>Colliery Guardian.</i>—"A delightful and fascinating book."</p>
<p><i>Financial World.</i>—"The most complete and practical manual on
everything which concerns assaying of all which have come before
us."</p>
</blockquote>
<p>GEODESY. By <span class="smcap">J. Howard Gore</span>. Crown 8vo, cloth, Illustrated, <i>5s.</i></p>
<blockquote><p><i>St. James's Gazette.</i>—"The book may be safely recommended to
those who desire to acquire an accurate knowledge of Geodesy."</p>
<p><i>Science Gossip.</i>—"It is the best we could recommend to all
geodetic students. It is full and clear, thoroughly accurate, and
up to date in all matters of earth-measurements."</p>
</blockquote>
<p class="hangindent">THE PHYSICAL PROPERTIES OF GASES. By <span class="smcap">Arthur L. Kimball</span>, of the Johns
Hopkins University. Crown 8vo, cloth, Illustrated, <i>5s.</i></p>
<blockquote><p><i>Chemical News.</i>—"The man of culture who wishes for a general and
accurate acquaintance with the physical properties of gases, will
find in Mr. Kimball's work just what he requires."</p>
</blockquote>
<p class="hangindent">HEAT AS A FORM OF ENERGY. By Professor <span class="smcap">R. H. Thurston</span>, of Cornell
University. Crown 8vo, cloth, Illustrated, <i>5s.</i></p>
<blockquote><p><i>Manchester Examiner.</i>—"Bears out the character of its
predecessors for careful and correct statement and deduction under
the light of the most recent discoveries."</p>
</blockquote>
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<center>LONDON:<br/><br/>
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21 BEDFORD STREET, W.C.<br/><br/>
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