Sir P. Any pain? (feeling his chest)
Phil. No.
Sir P. I see, Miss Derwent is still with you.
Phil. And I hope, will remain. Beatrice wouldn’t be without her for the world, and I think Mildred almost worships her. I can’t sufficiently thank you for the introduction.
Sir P. How’s your appetite?
Phil. It varies.
Sir P. I thought Miss Derwent would suit you. I picked her up at Guy’s. She was a nurse there. Something about her struck me. Has it struck you?
Phil. What?
Sir P. Her likeness to your father.