I see her now. She’s on a bed, Nellie.
DR. BODIE. Yes. That is for convenience, for wheeling her about.
BODIE (waving). She sees me. And how is she, Nell?
DR. BODIE. She is always bright—perhaps too bright.
BODIE. Can’t be too bright.
DR. BODIE (controlling her feelings). A girl who is found frozen in the street by a policeman and taken to a London Hospital, where she has pneumonia—poor little waif! You know, she is very frail, Dick.
BODIE. I know; but she will get better, won’t she?
(He has said it confidently, but his sister looks at him and turns away. He is startled.)
Come, Nellie, she is going to get better, isn’t she?