VOICE. What shall I say? Oh, tell me what to say before it's too late! They are all going away and I can't say anything.
Capt. G. Say you know me! Only say you know me!
DOCTOR. (Who has entered quietly.) For pity's sake don't take it too much to heart, Gadsby. It's this way sometimes. They won't recognize. They say all sorts of queer things—don't you see?
Capt. G. All right! All right! Go away now; she'll recognize me; you're bothering her. She must—mustn't she?
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?