(Who has entered quietly.) For pity's sake don't take it too
much to heart, Gadsby. It's this way sometimes. They won't recognize.
They say all sorts of queer things--don't you see?
Capt. G. All right! All right! Go away now; she'll recognize me; you're
bothering her. She must--mustn't she?
DOCTOR. She will before--Have I your leave to try?--
Capt. G. Anything
you please, so long as she'll know me.
It's only a
question of hours, isn't it?
DOCTOR. (Professionally.) While there's life there's hope y'know. But
don't build on it.
Capt. G. I don't. Pull her together if it's possible. (Aside.) What have
I done to deserve this?
