DICK. What is the matter?
JOY. [Looking up, as if for want of air.] Oh! Don't!
DICK. Oh, Joy, what is the matter? Is it the heat?
JOY. [With a little laugh.] Yes.
DICK. Have some Eau de Cologne. I 'll make you a bandage. [He takes the Eau de Cologne, and makes a bandage with his handkerchief.] It's quite clean.
JOY. Oh, Dick, you are so funny!
DICK. [Bandaging her forehead.] I can't bear you to feel bad; it puts me off completely. I mean I don't generally make a fuss about people, but when it 's you——
JOY. [Suddenly.] I'm all right.
DICK. Is that comfy?
JOY. [With her chin up, and her eyes fast closed.] Quite.