Mrs. Dermott. Dear old boy, you're only saying that so that I shan't worry. (She dabs her eyes.) But it's no use, you can't deceive me, you know.
Daniel. But, Anne, I swear.—
Mrs. Dermott. There, there, we'll say no more about it. It only upsets me and here's your tea.
(She takes tea from Griggs, who has entered with tea and toast. He
goes off again.)
Have you seen your doctor lately?
Daniel (resignedly). Yes, I saw him the other day.
Mrs. Dermott (pouring out tea). And what did he say?
Daniel (confused). Well—er—I don't know—he sounded me.
Mrs. Dermott. Yes, they always do that. I wonder why. Your illness has nothing to do with your heart has it?
Daniel (firmly). My dear Anne, I haven't got an illness.