Exit, L. C.
SHORT. (examining and bending first his legs and then his arms) Courage! come, let me see where you’re hurt.
SWEET. (the moment he is touched) Oh, oh!
SHORT. Have you broken a limb? (examining) No, your legs are all sound, and so are your arms. Come, sit up, man, you’re more frightened than hurt.
MRS. SWEET. Mercy be praised! How thankful I am!
SHORT. (to SWEET) What a turn you have given me. Pour me out a glass of wine, Loo.
(MRS. SHORT pours out a glass of wine, and as she is carrying it to him, MRS. SWEET takes it out of her hand, and gives it to SWEET, who drinks it)
MRS. SWEET. (to MRS. SHORT as she takes the wine) Thank you.
SHORT. (looking astonished) That was meant for me!
MRS. SWEET. (to SWEET, not hearing SHORT) How are you now, my dear?