KIRKE. [Writing.] H"m--[To AGNES.] Are you often guilty of this sort of thing?
AGNES. [Laughing.] I"ve never fainted before in my life; I don"t mean to do so again.
KIRKE. [Writing.] Should you alter your mind about that, do select a suitable spot on the next occasion. What was it your head came against?
GERTRUDE. A wooden chest, Mr. Cleeve thinks.
AGNES. With beautiful, rusty, iron clamps. [Putting her hand to her head, and addressing GERTRUDE.] The price of vanity.
KIRKE. Vanity?
AGNES. Lucas was to take me out to dinner. While I was waiting for him to dress I must needs stand and survey my full length in a mirror.
KIRKE. [Glancing at her.] A very excusable proceeding.
AGNES. Suddenly the room sank and left me--so the feeling was--in the air.
KIRKE. Well, most women can manage to look in their pier-gla.s.ses without swooning--eh, Mrs Thorpe?
GERTRUDE. [Smiling.] How should I know doctor?
KIRKE. [Blotting his writing.] There. How goes the time?
GERTRUDE. Half past eight.
KIRKE. I"ll leave this prescription at Mantovani"s myself. I can get it made up to-night.
AGNES. [Taking the prescription out of his hand playfully.] Let me look.
KIRKE. [Protesting.] Now, now!
AGNES. [Reading the prescription.] Ha, ha! After all, what humbugs doctors are!
KIRKE. You"ve never heard me deny it.
AGNES. [Returning the prescription to him.] But I"ll swallow it--for the dignity of my old profession. [She reaches out her hand to take a cigarette.]
KIRKE. Don"t smoke too many of those things.
AGNES. They never harm me. It"s a survival of the time in my life when the cupboard was always empty. [Striking a match.] Only it had to be stronger tobacco in those days, I can tell you. [She lights her cigarette. GERTRUDE is a.s.sisting KIRKE with his overcoat. LUCAS enters, in evening dress, looking younger, almost boyish.]
LUCAS. [Brightly.] Well?
KIRKE. She"s to have a cup of good bouillon--Mrs. Thorpe is going to look after that--and anything else she fancies. She"s alright.
[Shaking hands with AGNES.] The excitement of putting on that pretty frock--[AGNES gives a hard little laugh. Shaking hands with LUCAS.]
I"ll look in tomorrow. [Turning to GERTRUDE.] Oh, just a word with you, nurse. [LUCAS has been bending over AGNES affectionately; he now sits by her, and they talk in undertones; he lights a cigarette from hers.]
KIRKE. [To GERTRUDE.] There"s many a true word, et cetera.
GERTRUDE. Excitement?
KIRKE. Yes, and that smart gown"s connected with it too.
GERTRUDE. It is extraordinary to see her like this.
KIRKE. Not the same woman.
GERTRUDE. No, nor is he quite the same man.
KIRKE. How long can you remain with her?
GERTRUDE. Till eleven--if you will let my brother know where I am.
KIRKE. What, doesn"t he know?
GERTRUDE. I simply sent word, about an hour ago, that I shouldn"t be back to dinner.
KIRKE. Very well.
GERTRUDE. Look here! I"ll get you to tell him the truth.
KIRKE. The truth--oh?
GERTRUDE. I called here this afternoon, unknown to Amos, to bid her good-bye. Then I pottered about, rather miserably, spending money.
Coming out of Naya"s, the photographer"s, I tumbled over Mr. Cleeve, who had been looking for you, and he begged me to come round here again after I had done my shopping.
KIRKE. I understand.
GERTRUDE. Doctor, have you ever seen Amos look dreadfully stern and knit about the brows--like a bishop who is put out?
KIRKE. No.
GERTRUDE. Then you will.
KIRKE. Well, this is a pretty task--! [He goes out. GERTRUDE comes to AGNES. LUCAS rises.]
GERTRUDE. I am going down into the kitchen to see what these people can do in the way of strong soup.
LUCAS. You are exceedingly good to us, Mrs. Thorpe. I can"t tell you how ashamed I am of my bearishness this afternoon.
GERTRUDE. [Arranging the shawl about AGNES"S shoulders.] Hush, please!
AGNES. Are you looking at my shawl? Lucas brought it in with him, as a reward for my coming out of that stupid faint. I--I have always refused to be--spoilt in this way, but now--now--
LUCAS. [Breaking in deliberately.] Pretty work upon it, is there not, Mrs. Thorpe?
GERTRUDE. Charming. [Going to the door, which LUCAS opens for her.]
Thank you.[She pa.s.ses out. AGNES rises.]