Daniel (rather staggered). The matter with me?
Mrs. Dermott. Yes, of course, you must see a specialist at once.
Daniel (pulling himself together dramatically). No specialist in the world could ever do me any good.
Mrs. Dermott. Well, what is it? For God's sake tell us!
Daniel (takes big breath). Sleeping sickness! (Smiles broadly at Mrs. Dermott.)
Mrs. Dermott. What!! (They all move.)
Daniel. Yes, it's frightfully prevalent out there.
Mrs. Dermott. Oh, Danny, I hope its not infectious.
Oliver. Sleeping sickness! By Jove!
Daniel. Yes, I simply daren't go to sleep without an alarm clock.