[Tarver sinks into a chair.
Darbey.
[Standing by the side of Tarver.] There now. The fact is. Miss Jedd, that Tarver is in an exceedingly critical condition. Feeling that he has incurred your displeasure he has failed even in the struggle to gain the race-course. I have taken him to Dr. Middleton and I explained that Major Tarver loved with a passion [looking at Sheba] second only to my own.
Salome.
[Sitting comfortably on the settee.] Oh, we cannot listen to you, Mr. Darbey.
Sheba.
[The two girls exchange looks.
Darbey.
The Doctor made a searching examination of the Major’s tongue and diagnosed that, unless the Major at once proposed to the lady in question and was accepted, three weeks or a month at the seaside would be absolutely imperative. Shall I continue?