Bill. Don't be in no hurry, Daddy. There's none but friends here now—'cep' the old lady;—she do look glum.
Sus. I'll soon settle her hash!
Mat. Susie! Susie! Don't—there's a dear!
Sus. What business has she here then! She's not a doin' of nothink.
Mat. Don't you see she's looking after the poor gentleman there?
Ger. William!—William!—Gone again! What a fellow he is! The best servant in the world, but always vanishing! Call your James—will you, aunt? We must have the old man put to bed. But the poor girl looks the worse of the two! She can have the spare room, and William can sleep on the sofa in mine.
Mrs. C. I'll see to it.
Exit. GER. goes towards THOMAS.
Tho. Coom whoam—coom whoam, Mattie! Thi mother, hoo's cryin' her eighes eawt to whoam.
Mat. I'll run for a doctor first, father.