He’s ill!
Popham.
Oh!
[Beatie, assisted by Popham, quickly wheels the large armchair forward, they catch hold of Cis and place him in it, he submits limply.
Beatie.
[Taking Cis’s hand.] What is the matter, Cis dear? Tell Beatie.
Popham.
[Taking his other hand.] Well, I’m sure! Who’s given you raisins and ketchup from the store cupboard? Come back to Emma!
[Cis, with his eyes closed, gives a murmur.
Beatie.