“Yes, leave me alone.”
“I’ve never seen you like this before.”
“No, thank God.”
“I didn’t know you were ever anything but sort of smug and superior.”
“Grand description.”
“You ought to be in bed, dear—I didn’t mean to call you dear, it slipped out, Dicky,—and taking nourishment every hour or so. What does the doctor say?”
“Nothing, he’s given me up as a bad job.”
“Given you up?”
“Yes, there’s nothing he can do for me.”
“Why, Dick, my dear, what is it?”