AUGUSTA. Is there nothing we can do, Dr. Frye? A little brandy—?
Dr. FRYE (who is evidently trying to hide his own concern by a show of professional self-confidence), I think I'd wait a few moments.
GEORGE (murmuring). I—I'll be all right, mother
(DR. FRYE stands gazing down at him a few seconds and then comes
forward into the room to join ASHER.)
ASHER. For God's sake tell me what it is, doctor! Why did you leave New York with him when he was in this condition? Was it because?
Dr. FRYE (speaking more rapidly than is his wont). He was surprisingly well, considering everything, when we left New York, and the army medical men advised taking him home. I thought an automobile better than a slow train. I tried to telephone you, but the storm—
ASHER. I know.
Dr. FRYE. I sent you a wire.
ASHER. I didn't get it.
DR. FRYE. It was impossible to get a good nurse on account of the influenza epidemic. In fact, I didn't think he needed one—but I thought you'd feel more comfortable if I came. He seemed extraordinary well, even cheerful until we got right into Foxon Falls. We were passing your shops, and a big crowd of men were there, making a noise, shouting at a speaker. Is there a strike on here?