Sylvia.
[Rushing to the Professor.] Father!
Mrs. Futvoye.
[Coming to his other side.] Now, Anthony, after all you have been through, you'd better sit down for a little.
Sylvia.
[As she and Mrs. Futvoye bring him down to the chair left of sofa on right.] It is lovely to have you back, father dear!
Pringle.
[Joining them.] You're looking better already, sir!
Professor Futvoye.
[Sinking into the chair by sofa.] Tut-tut! There, there—nothing to make all this fuss about! If one of you had only had the sense to try cold water, I should have come round long before this!