[Henry fills the stove from wood basket.
Jane Crosby enters on stairs and crosses into the room. Jane is twenty-four, a plainly dressed girl of quiet manner. She has been “driven into herself” as one of our characters would describe it, by her lack of sympathy and affection and as a natural result she is not especially articulate; she speaks, as a rule, in short sentences, and has cultivated an outward coldness that in the course of time has become almost aggressive.
JANE
I’ll go now, Doctor; you’d better go back to her. Hannah’s frightened.
DOCTOR
Get it as quick as you can, Jane; I don’t know as it’s any use, but we’ve got to keep on tryin’.
JANE
Yes.
[She exits; Doctor warms his hands.
DOCTOR