Carve. I just wanted to tell you——
Janet. Will you drink this milk? (Pours out a glassful for him.)
(Carve addresses himself to the milk.)
(Janet begins to put on her things.)
Carve. But I say, what are you doing?
Janet. I'm going home.
Carve. What? Now?
Janet. At once.
Carve. But you can't leave me like this. I'm very ill.
Janet. Oh no, you aren't. You're very much better. Anyone can see that. All you've got to do is to return to bed and stick to slops.