Mrs Maitland. What is it?
Mary. Something is happening at last! Look, look, something is coming down from the sky. Oh, what can it be? Yes, it's a parachute and a man hanging to it. He'll come down in the garden; I must render first aid quick.
[Rushes out].
Mrs Maitland [agitated, goes to window, looks out, starts]. Yes. He has fallen! Oh, dear! Oh, I can't bear that kind of sight. He must be knocked to pieces. [Covers her face with her hands]. Mary has picked him up; she is wonderful.
[Goes to door L. Mary appears at door L, supporting Welburn].
Mrs Maitland. Oh, Mary, is he dead?
Welburn [speaking very feebly]. No, no, I think not—thank you very much.
Mary. He is suffering from shock. [In a business-like tone]. Lie down, warmth, and quiet—cover extremities.
Welburn [feebly]. Yes, quite right—keep me warm and quiet and cover my extremities.
Mary. Now you are not to talk.