DOCTOR. Good morning, gentlemen. Where's my patient? (He puts hat on table.)
JIM (speaking without indicating HOBSON). Here. (He does not rise.)
DOCTOR. Here? Up?
HOBSON. Looks like it.
DOCTOR. And for a patient who's downstairs I'm made to rise from my bed at this hour?
JIM. It's not so early as all that.
DOCTOR. But I've been up all night, sir. Young woman with her first. Are you Mr. Hobson?
JIM (quickly). Certainly not. I'm not ill.
DOCTOR. Hum. Not much to choose between you. You've both got your fate written on your faces.
JIM. Do you mean that I—? (Rises.)