Better?
Theophila.
I think so.
John.
When did you last eat? [She shakes her head feebly. He puts the glass of water aside and fetches the biscuits.] Get two or three of these down. Come—try——!
Theophila.
[Taking a biscuit.] Thank you.
[He places the biscuits on the table by her side, and goes back to the other table.
John.
A glass of this champagne would pull you together.