) Good afternoon. Now do go to
bed.
CARVE. I haven't begun to thank you.
JANET. No--and I hope you won't begin.
CARVE. You're so sudden.
JANET. It's sudden or nothing.
CARVE. (Holding her hand.) I say--what can you see in me?
JANET. Well, if it comes to that--what can you see in me? (Withdrawing
her hand.)
CARVE. I--I don't know what it is.... Something.... (Lightly.) I
dunno! Everything!
JANET. That's too much. Good-bye! I'll come about this time the day
after to-morrow.
CARVE. Supposing I have a relapse?
JANET. (At door.) You won't if you do as I tell you.
CARVE. But supposing I do?
JANET. Well, you can always telegraph, can't you?
(Exit.)
(CARVE, after finishing milk, suddenly gets up and searches on
writing table: he then goes to the telephone.)
CARVE. (Into telephone.) Please send me up a telegraph form.
CURTAIN.
ACT III
SCENE I
Parlour in Janet's house in Putney. A perfectly ordinary suburban
interior of a small house; but comfortable.
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