Janet. Do you mean to say you thought for a single moment I should go home and leave you like that?
Carve. Yes. But of course I thought you might be coming back sooner or later.
Janet. Well I never!
Carve. You've scarcely left me for three days and three nights, Mrs. Cannot, so far as I remember. Surely it was natural for me to suppose that you'd gone home to your own affairs.
Janet. (Sarcastically.) It didn't occur to you I might have dropped off to sleep?
Carve. Now, don't be angry. I'm only convalescent.
Janet. Will you kindly march right back to bed this instant?
Carve. No, I'm dashed if I do!
Janet. I beg pardon.
Carve. I say, I'm dashed if I do! I won't stir until I've thanked you. I've been ill I don't know how many times; but this is the first time in my life I've ever enjoyed being