DOWDEN. Dr. Clavering to see you, sir.
(Enter Clavering, l. Dowden shuts the door.)
CHARLIE. Hullo, old man!
CLAVERING. Good morning.
CHARLIE. This is Mrs. Wilcock.
CLAV. (properly sympathetic). Oh, yes. Good morning. Very sorry to hear about your husband, Mrs. Wilcock. (r.c.)
MRS. WIL. (tearfully). Yes, sir. (Charlie goes to the door l. and opens it.)
CHARLIE. Oh, Dowden. (Dowden appears.)
DOWDEN. Yes, sir?
CHARLIE. Just give Mrs. Wilcock a chair by the counting house fire, till Mr. Thompson comes, will you? Go with this gentleman, Mrs. Wilcock. (She rises and he walks with her to the door.) Now, don't you fret. You won't have to go to the workhouse.