DOCTOR. I mean he has and you will.
HOBSON. Doctor, will you attend to me?
(JIM moves round HOBSON'S arm-chair to up stage and then to L. of table.)
DOCTOR. Yes. Now, sir. (He sits by him and holds his wrist.)
HOBSON. I've never been in a bad way before this morning. Never wanted a doctor in my life.
DOCTOR. You've needed. But you've not sent.
HOBSON. But this morning—
DOCTOR. I ken—well.
HOBSON. What! You know!
DOCTOR. Any fool would ken.