Sinks back in his chair. COL. G. lays him on the dais, and sits down beside him.
Col. G. His heart's all right! And when a fellow's miserable over his faults, there must be some way out of them.—But the consequences?—Ah! there's the rub.
Ger. What's the matter? Where am I?
Col. G. I must fetch a doctor, sir. You've been in a faint.
Ger. Why couldn't I keep in it? It was very nice: you know nothing—and that's the nicest thing of all. Why is it we can't stop, William?
Col. G. I don't understand you, sir.
Ger. Stop living, I mean. It's no use killing yourself, for you don't stop then. At least they say you go on living all the same. If I thought it did mean stopping, William—
Col. C. Do come to your room, sir.
Ger. I won't. I'll stop here. How hot it is! Don't let anybody in.
Stretches out his hand. COL. G. holds it. He falls asleep.