We'll see. As I say, the boy has been losing sleep, and giving his mind no rest.
Mrs. W. (holding tray while Warner pours cider)
Just what I say, doctor. He's studied himself sick.
Seymour
You must get him out of here, Mrs. Warner. (Sipping cider.) Excellent, indeed!
Mrs. W.
I'm doing my best.
Warner (to Bellows, who has drained his glass)
You're at home, doctor. Just help yourself.