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.
DICK. I'm not going to stay and worry you. You ought to rest. Only, Joy! Look here! If you want me to do anything for you, any time——
JOY. [Half opening her eyes.] Only to go away.
[DICK bites his lips and walks away.]
Dick—[softly]—Dick!
[DICK stops.]
I didn't mean that; will you get me some water-irises for this evening?