Seymour
Not a drinker, is he?
Bellows
Oh, no! The pattern of a deacon. But she keeps her hand on.
(Seymour lights a cigar thinkingly.)
Bellows
No use to go over this case. It's clear enough. We'll have our cider—it's worth waiting for—then go to my office and fix up the commitment papers.
Seymour (rubbing his hand slowly over his forehead)
To talk with such a patient sometimes bewilders the brain. He seemed so clear in his utterance—so rational——