Patsy. Like an irrigation canal! (During these last speeches Mrs. F., Miss S. and Mike gather round back of table, L.)
Mrs. F. Doctor Fluke, you’ll kill that man with your experiments.
Miss S. Poor dear man!
Dr. F. Silence, ladies. This is a most extraordinary case! (Patsy stands perfectly still, facing them, left hand to throat as before. Doctor takes him by the shoulder and turns him round. P. does not resist but makes a very wry face.) A remarkable case. Why, I’ve hypnotized him.
Mike. Begob, I think he’s paralyzed!
Mrs. F. What makes the horrid creature act so? He’s got a wild look. (Patsy rolls his eyes. Women retreat toward door.)
Norah. I think he’s drownin’, I do.
Dr. F. (Severely.) Patsy, why don’t you speak, what ails you?
Patsy. A bit o’ queerness here. (Rubs stomach with right hand.)
Dr. F. How’s your head?