Somers. How do you feel now, old man?
Hirst (changing his frightened manner to one of assurance). Splendid!
Somers. But—(a step back.)
Hirst. I tell you I feel splendid.
Somers. But the ghost—(Steps back to C.)
Hirst. Well, upon my word, Somers—you're not as sharp as I thought you.
Somers. What do you mean?
Hirst. Why, that I was the ghost George saw. (Crosses to L. C.) By Jove, he was in a funk! I followed him to the door and overheard his description of what he'd seen, then I burst in myself and pretended I'd seen it too. I'm going to win that, bet—(Voices heard. Crosses to R.) Look out, they're coming back. (Sits.)
Somers. Yes, but——
Hirst. Don't give me away—hush!