TIME.--About noon on the following day. ILAM CARVE and JANET are
talking together.
CARVE. I'm really delighted to see you.
JANET. (Examining his features.) But surely you're not feeling very
well?
CARVE. I'm not. Perhaps it's these sleepless nights I've had.
JANET. You're shivering.
CARVE. I was wearing my dressing-gown. I nearly always do when I'm
alone. Do you think you'd mind if I put it on again.
JANET. Do you mean to say you took it off because of me? (Seizing
dressing-gown firmly.) Mr. Shawn, will you oblige me by getting-into
this at once? (She helps him on with dressing-gown.) What a beauty!
CARVE. Yes. Cousin Cyrus thought so too. He didn't want me to bring it
away. Still, I beat him on that point. (JANET arranges the collar.)
Do you know, you do me good.
JANET. I should think so. I suppose when gentlemen live alone they're
pretty nearly always unwell, as it were. If it isn't a cold, it's
stomach, I expect. And truly, I'm not surprised, the way they go on!
Now, will you sit down in that chair and keep your legs covered--August
or no August! If you ask me, it's influenza you're sickening for.
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