Carve. I told you—I explained the whole thing to you.
Janet. (Humouring, remonstrating.) Mr. Shawn, surely you've got rid of that idea! You aren't delirious now. You said you were convalescent, you know.
Carve. There'll be a perfect Hades of a row. I must write to the Dean at once. I must——
Janet. (Soothingly.) I shouldn't if I were you. Why not let things be? No one would believe that tale——
Carve. Do you believe it?
Janet. (Perfunctorily.) Oh yes.
Carve. No, you don't. Honestly, do you now?
Janet. Well——(Knock at door.) Come in. (Enter Waiter with hot milk.) Here's your hot milk.
Waiter. Miss Looe has called.
Carve. I must see her.