(Janet goes into bedroom, but keeping near the doorway does not actually disappear.)
Honoria. (Soothingly, and a little frightened.) Now, please, Mr. Shawn! Please don't frighten us as you did the other day. Please do try and keep calm!
Carve. I—(He suddenly stands up and then falls back again into chair.)
(Janet returns quickly to the room)
Honoria. (Alarmed, to Janet.) I'm afraid he isn't quite well yet.
Carve. No, I can't tell you. At least, not now. Thanks very much for calling. (Rises brusquely and walks towards the bedroom door.)
Janet. (To Honoria.) He's not really strong enough to see visitors.
Honoria. (Going to door and trying to be confidential.) What is it?
Janet. (With tranquillity.) Oh, influenza. Sometimes it takes 'em in the head and sometimes in the stomach. It's taken him in the head.
Honoria. Charming man! I don't suppose there's the least likelihood of it—he's evidently very well off—but if he should be wanting a situation similar to his last, I'm sure my uncle——