Good-evening, Mr. Lattin. Mrs. Lattin is a trifle better. I’ll leave you for a little, but she must not tire herself. We are expecting Dr. Ogilvie at six.
Phillip
I’ll be very careful.
[Nurse exit.
(Phillip comes to his wife.)
Mrs. Lattin
At last, Phillip. I’m so glad you’ve come, dear. I’ve been waiting and longing so. They kept you—but you belong to me, don’t you? You’re tired, poor old thing. Come to me, Phillip—closer. (Stretches out hand.)
Phillip
I am a bit late. I’m sorry, Little Child. They kept me, yes. But you——?