DOCTOR. She will before—Have I your leave to try?—
CAPT. G. Anything you please, so long as she'll know me. It's only a question of—hours, isn't it?
DOCTOR. (Professionally.) While there's life there's hope y'know. But don't build on it.
CAPT. G. I don't. Pull her together if it's possible. (Aside.) What have I done to deserve this?
DOCTOR. (Bending over bed.) Now, Mrs. Gadsby! We shall be all right tomorrow. You must take it, or I sha'n't let Phil see you. It isn't nasty, is it?
Voice. Medicines! Always more medicines! Can't you leave me alone?
CAPT. G. Oh, leave her in peace, Doc!
DOCTOR. (Stepping back,—aside.) May I be forgiven if I've none wrong. (Aloud.) In a few minutes she ought to be sensible; but I daren't tell you to look for anything. It's only—
CAPT. G. What? Go on, man.
DOCTOR. (In a whisper.) Forcing the last rally.