The Great Adventure by Arnold Bennett
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PASCOE. (Glancing round quickly.) This the patient? (Goes to SHAWN,
and looks at him. Then, taking a clinical thermometer from his pocket and wiping it; with marked respect.) Allow me to put this under your tongue for half a minute. (Having done so, he takes SHAWN'S wrist and, looking at his watch, counts the patient's pulse. Then turning to CARVE, in a low curt voiced) When did this begin? CARVE. Just now. That is, he only began to complain about six o'clock. We arrived in London this morning from Madrid. PASCOE. (Reading thermometer.) Temperature 104-1/2. Pulse is 140--and weak. I must have some boiling water. CARVE. (At a loss.) What for? PASCOE. What for? For a poultice. CARVE. (Helplessly.) But there isn't any ... we've nothing except this spirit-lamp. (Pointing to lamp on table.) PASCOE. No women in the house? CARVE. (With humour that the doctor declines to see.) Not one. PASCOE. (Controlling his exasperation.) Never mind. I'll run round to the surgery and get my hypodermic. (To SHAWN, reassuringly and deferentially.) I shall be back at once, Mr. Carve. (To CARVE, near door.) Keep your master well covered up--I suppose you can do that? (Exit.) |
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