JABEZ. What's the matter with him?
CLAV. (Glancing at Rosie as if for a sign of approval). Oh my cases here are all the same. I know them off by heart. Dyspepsia and faintness to begin with and paralysis to follow. I could give that man no advice except to clear out of this. He told me he'd got to live.
JABEZ (Whose signs of irritation have increased).
ROSIE, do you mind leaving me to settle this with the doctor? It's a works question, you know.
ROSIE (Rising with the note doubled in her hand) Yes.
CLAV. (Protestingly). Oh, but——
ROSIE. Don't get up, Dr. Clavering. (Clavering rises and holds back curtain at door r.c.)
(Exit Rosie, r.c. Clavering returns to table.)
JABEZ. The fat's in the fire this time.
CLAV. I beg your pardon.