Carve. You're so sudden.
Janet. It's sudden or nothing.
Carve. (Holding her hand.) I say—what can you see in me?
Janet. Well, if it comes to that—what can you see in me? (Withdrawing her hand.)
Carve. I—I don't know what it is.... Something.... (Lightly.) I dunno! Everything!
Janet. That's too much. Good-bye! I'll come about this time the day after to-morrow.
Carve. Supposing I have a relapse?
Janet. (At door.) You won't if you do as I tell you.
Carve. But supposing I do?
Janet. Well, you can always telegraph, can't you?