[To Kaps.] Shut the door. What a tempest! My eyes are full of sand. [To Jo.] Is Kneir in bed?
Jo.
She’s lying down awhile in her clothes. She’s not herself yet, feverish and coughing.
Clementine.
I’ve brought her a plate of soup, and a half dozen eggs. Now then, Kaps! Kaps!
Kaps.
Yes?
Clementine.
On the table. What a bore! Deaf as a post! What were you reading?
Jo.