MISTRESS MERTON Look! How strange he appears
RACHEL [Searching distractedly.] The pipe! His lordship’s pipe! It is lost, Master Dickonson.
DICKON [Stooping, as if searching, with his back turned, having picked up the pipe, is filling and lighting it.] It must be found. This is a heart attack, my friends; his lordship’s life depends on the nicotine. [Deftly he places the pipe in Rachel’s way.]
RACHEL Thank God! Here it is.
[Carrying it to the prostrate form of Ravensbane, she lifts his head and is about to put the pipe in his mouth.]
Shall I—shall I put it in?
RICHARD No! not you.
RACHEL Sir!
RICHARD Let his tutor perform that office.
RACHEL [Lifting Lord Ravensbane’s head again.] Here, my lord.