Pascoe. But are you an artist too?
Carve. (Recovering himself, calmly.) No, no.
Pascoe. (To Horning.) How's he going on?
Horning. (Shrugs his shoulders.) I'm sure the base of both lungs is practically solid.
[31]Pascoe. Well, we can't do more than we have done, my boy.
Horning. He'll never pull through.
Pascoe. (Calmly.) I should certainly be surprised if he did.
Carve. (Astounded.) But—but——
Pascoe. But what?
Carve. You don't mean to say—Why, he's a strong healthy man!