Pascoe. I've done with that cup.
Carve. (Putting the cup down.) Might I ask what's the matter with him?
Pascoe. Pneumonia is the matter.
(Noise of some one in the hall.)
Carve. (Startled.) Surely that's some one in the hall.
Pascoe. Keep perfectly calm, my man. It's my assistant. I left the door open on purpose for him. He's got the poultice and things. (In a loud voice as he finishes the injection.) Come along, come along there. This way.
(Enter Edward Horning with poultice, lint, bandages, etc.)
Pascoe. Found the antiphlogistine?
Edward. Yes. (He looks at patient, and exchanges a glance with Pascoe.)