Rector. He seems to be suffering, but it is uncertain. He may be quite unconscious that he is groaning. I have seen a good many of these cases and have indeed had a good deal of success in dealing with them. I should like to see this man, that I may judge for myself of his condition.
Mary. No, no, Rector—really if he is disturbed I will not answer for the consequences.
Rector [stiffly]. Really, my dear young lady, may I say that you take a little too much on yourself. It is most important to do everything we possibly can to prove this poor fellow's identity. As Rector of this parish I feel it to be my duty to investigate this case. [Goes toward Welburn, and lifts up the cover. Welburn rolls over with his face away from him and groans].
Rector [soothingly]. Now, now, my poor friend, I won't disturb you. [Welburn groans again]. I only want to help.
Welburn. Keep off! Get out! Go away! [rolls over].
Rector. Do you know, I believe I know that voice!
Mary. You are exciting him dreadfully.
Rector. All the same, I think I know this man, and I must see his face. [He bends over Welburn and succeeds in seeing his face]. Yes, I do! Isn't that amazing!
Mary and Mrs Maitland. You know him?
Rector. Yes, unless I'm strangely mistaken, we were at Oxford together; his name is Welburn.