Minnie. Has he no friends?
Tramp. His mother was burnt up, Miss, to-night. (Minnie nearly faints, and Horace catches her. She gently removes herself from his arms.) Excuse me, Miss, I was too blunt with it.
Horace. There, Minnie, don’t give way. They will need your help.
Bella. (Enter R.) The other rooms are ready, sir.
Minnie. Can you walk now better? Don’t cry, we will get you some clothes in the morning.
Second Working Woman. God bless your kind heart, Miss, and you, sir. We’d have died if you hadn’t come.
(Minnie shows them off with Bella R., and exits with crowd.)
Horace. What is to be done, Doctor?
Dr. Chapman. Well, if you wish to turn your house into a hospital, all right. To save his life, he must be put to bed at once, and kept there.