The Doctor. We must talk it all over. There aren’t many people I could trust to remember exactly all the things I want to know. But you can if you try hard. (He touches the bell, the nurse appears.) Now, Miss Bryant, Miss Hattie and I have several important things to discuss and there isn’t much time left, so if she wants me at any time call me and I’ll come. And I think while she has so much thinking on hand about what I’m asking her to do for me, she had better not see other visitors. You don’t mind, do you?
The Girl. No no! I don’ want ’em! Doctor, when will it come? Doctor, will I know soon?
The Doctor. Soon I think—Very soon. (He takes her hand a second, then goes out, motioning the nurse to precede him.)
The Girl (raptly). Soon! He said it would be very soon—and I’m so tired! I’d like something nicer.
(She settles herself with a little sigh, and falls asleep.)
CURTAIN.
[3] From The Century, March, 1914.
The Schoolmaster
George Burman Foster