All. Yours!
Mrs Welburn [advancing to couch and uncovering Welburn]. Of course, yes, that's my husband. He is always doing it. Thomas!
[Welburn groans without moving].
Mrs Welburn. Yes, that's the way he groans in his sleep when he has one of these attacks. He has had four of them—and he wanders away from home unconscious of his actions.
Mrs Maitland. Oh, how sad!
Mrs Welburn. But he always recovers. Thomas! [Shakes him].
Mary. Oh, I'm afraid you will do him harm.
Mrs Welburn. Young lady, I am much obliged to you for your kind care of my husband, but now you had better leave him to me.
Rector. Quite so. [He and Mrs Maitland nod at one another approvingly].
[Mrs Welburn pulls Welburn up—he sits up and looks blankly at her without recognition].