JANET. You'll have to see a doctor.
CARVE. Why?
JANET. Because you're ill. So you may just as well see this one as
another. They're all pretty much of a muchness.
(Enter PETER HORNING boisterously. A PAGE BOY opens the door
but does not announce him.)
PETER. (Perceiving LOOE first.) Ah, Father! You here? How d'ye do?
What did you think of my special on last Sunday's sermon? (Shakes hands
with LOOE and bows to MISS LOOE as to an acquaintance.)
LOOE. Very good. Very good.
PETER. (Advancing to CARVE.) Mr. Shawn, I presume?
CARVE. (Glancing helplessly at JANET.) But this isn't the doctor?
PETER. (Volubly.) Admitted! Admitted! I'm only his brother--a
journalist. I'm on the Courier and the Mercury and several other
Worgan papers. One of our chaps failed to get into this room this
morning, so I came along to try what I could do. You see what I've
done.
JANET. Well, I never came across such a set of people in my life.
PETER. (Aside to LOOE.) Is he in service here, or what?
LOOE.
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