I'm doing nothing out of bed. (Twiddles his thumbs.)
JANET. But you've no right to be out of bed at all.
CARVE. I was afraid I hadn't. But I called and called, and there was no
answer. So then I began to argue the point. Why not get up? I'd had a
tremendous long sleep. I felt singularly powerful. And I thought you'd
gone home.
JANET. Nay--that you never did!
CARVE. I did, honestly.
JANET. Do you mean to say you thought for a single moment I should go
home and leave you like that?
CARVE. Yes. But of course I thought you might be coming back sooner or
later.
JANET. Well I never!
CARVE. You've scarcely left me for three days and three nights, Mrs.
Cannot, so far as I remember. Surely it was natural for me to suppose
that you'd gone home to your own affairs.
JANET. (Sarcastically.) It didn't occur to you I might have dropped
off to sleep?
CARVE. Now, don't be angry. I'm only convalescent.
JANET. Will you kindly march right back to bed this instant?
CARVE. No, I'm dashed if I do!
JANET.
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