JABEZ. Oh, no, there's nothing wrong. Er—have you a few moments to spare? I'd like a word with you.
CLAV. I'm at your service unless I'm telephoned for from the surgery.
JABEZ. Sit down, doctor.
CLAV. (sitting r. of fire), Thank you.
JABEZ (sitting l. of fire). I understand you've been writing a book, Dr. Clavering?
CLAV. Oh, that's it, is it? You've heard from my collaborator?
JABEZ. Your collaborator?
CLAV. Mr. Bunting.
JABEZ. Oh, yes, of course. Just so. Now, speaking as a business man, doctor, I suppose you'd some object in writing that book?
CLAV. (grimly). I want better conditions for chemical workers.