Mrs. C. Do try to keep yourself quiet, Arthur. The doctor will be here in a few minutes.
Ger. He shan't come here! He would put the white woman out. She does smell earthy, but I won't part with her. (A knock.) What a devil of a noise! Why don't they use the knocker? What's the use of taking a sledge-hammer?
Mrs. C. It's that stupid James!
Enter CONSTANCE. MRS. C. goes to meet her.
Mrs. C. Constance, you go and hurry the doctor. I will stay with Arthur.
Con. Is he very ill, aunt?
Mrs. C. I'm afraid he is.
Ger. (sitting up). Constance! Constance!
Con. Here I am! (running to him).
Ger. Oh, my head! I wish I could find somewhere to lay it!—Sit by me, Constance, and let me lay my head on your shoulder—for one minute—only one minute. It aches so! (She sits down by him. His head sinks on her shoulder. MRS. C. looks annoyed, and exit.)