(Phyllis comes C. to Tarver.)
Tarver. Oh, Phyllis, where are my voice lozenges?
Phyllis. (Taking his arm sympathetically) They're all gone, Bobby, but Celia said she would fetch you some.
Tarver. That's kind of her. My throat's awful. Where's the spray?
(Phyllis runs up and around to R. of sofa, getting spray. Tarver sits on stool below sofa and Phyllis comes down to R. of him.)
Phyllis. (Spraying his throat) Never mind, Bobby, there are only ten days more.
Tarver. (Chokes) I don't think I can last out the ten days. When that bench broke last night in the middle of my speech, I really thought it was my nervous system gone at last.
Grice. (Thunderously. Coming C.) Tarver!
Tarver. (Jumps) Oh, Admiral, don't speak to me like that or I shall cry.
(Phyllis sits on foot of sofa, her arm on Tarver's shoulder.)