WELLS (sympathetically). It's a trying occasion. Don't you keep a bottle of whisky in that desk?
AUSTIN (smiling). Don't you know I do?
WELLS (grinning). I have some recollection of it. Take my strictly unprofessional advice and have a good strong nip.
AUSTIN (at desk cupboard). Have one yourself?
WELLS. No, thanks. I'm going to look out for accidents.
AUSTIN. Ghoul!
WELLS. Every man to his trade.
(Exit Wells. Austin mixes drink. Enter Edmund.)
EDMUND. Hullo! That's bad, Austin.
AUSTIN. Doctor's orders, Edmund. Will you?