Duke. Why, Hastings, you are looking white.
Hastings. I ask your Grace's pardon. I had a slight shock on entering the room.
Doctor. A shock? What shock?
Hastings. It is the first time, I think, that your Grace's work has been disturbed by any private feelings of mine. I shall not trouble your Grace with them. It will not occur again.
[Exit Hastings.
Duke. What an extraordinary fellow. I wonder if....
[Suddenly stops speaking.
Doctor. [After a long silence, in a low voice to Smith.] How do you feel?
Smith. I feel I must have a window shut or I must have it open, and I don't know which it is.
[Another long silence.