CARVE. I just wanted to tell you----
JANET. Will you drink this milk? (Pours out a glassful for him.)
(CARVE addresses himself to the milk.)
(JANET begins to put on her things.)
CARVE. But I say, what are you doing?
JANET. I'm going home.
CARVE. What? Now?
JANET. At once.
CARVE. But you can't leave me like this. I'm very ill.
JANET. Oh no, you aren't. You're very much better. Anyone can see that.
All you've got to do is to return to bed and stick to slops.
CARVE. And when shall you come back?
JANET. You might come down to see me one day at Putney.
CARVE. I shall be delighted to. But before that, won't you come here?
JANET. (After a pause.) I'll try and come the day after to-morrow.
CARVE. Why not to-morrow?
JANET. Well, a couple of days without me'll do you no harm. It's a
mistake to be in a hurry when you've got all your life in front of you.
CARVE. (After a pause.) Listen--have some tea before you go.
JANET. No. (Holds out her hand, smiling.
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