TUBBY (getting bacon). Are you sure you wouldn't like Miss Maggie here? I'll go for her and—(He holds the bacon very close to HOBSON'S face.)
HOBSON. Oh, go for her. Go for the devil. What does it matter who you go for? I'm a dying man.
(TUBBY takes bacon and goes out L.)
JIM. What's all this talk about dying, Henry?
HOBSON. Oh, Jim! Oh, Jim! I've sent for the doctor. We'll know soon how near the end is.
JIM. Well, this is very sudden. (Sits chair, R.) You've never been ill in your life.
HOBSON. It's been saved up, and all come now at once.
JIM. What are your symptoms, Henry?
HOBSON. I'm all one symptom, head to foot. I'm frightened of myself, Jim. That's worst. You would call me a clean man, Jim?
JIM. Clean? Of course I would. Clean in body and mind.