Time.—Afternoon, four days later.
Janet is dozing in an easy-chair.
Enter Carve in his dressing-gown.
Janet. (Starting up.) Mr. Shawn, what are you doing out of bed? After such a dose of flu as you've had!
Carve. I'm doing nothing out of bed. (Twiddles his thumbs.)
Janet. But you've no right to be out of bed at all.
Carve. I was afraid I hadn't. But I called
[75]and called, and there was no answer. So then I began to argue the point. Why not get up? I'd had a tremendous long sleep. I felt singularly powerful. And I thought you'd gone home.
Janet. Nay—that you never did!
Carve. I did, honestly.