Col. G. I beg your pardon, sir—a young man called while you were out.
Ger. (listlessly). Very well, William.
Col. G. Is there any message, if he calls again, sir? He said he would.
Ger. No. (COL. G. lingers.) You can go.
Col. G. I hope you feel better, sir?
Ger. Quite well.
Col. G. Can I get you anything, sir?
Ger. No, thank you; I want nothing.—Why do you stay?
Col. G. Can't you think of something I can do for you, sir?
Ger. Fetch that red cloth.