Yes, that's what I understood--from the mistress. Master George--the
doctor--he said nothing.


GEORGE TESMAN comes from the right into the inner room,
humming to himself, and carrying an unstrapped empty
portmanteau. He is a middle-sized, young-looking man of
thirty-three, rather stout, with a round, open, cheerful
face, fair hair and beard. He wears spectacles, and is
somewhat carelessly dressed in comfortable indoor clothes.


MISS TESMAN.

Good morning, good morning, George.


TESMAN.

[In the doorway between the rooms.] Aunt Julia! Dear Aunt Julia!
[Goes up to her and shakes hands warmly.] Come all this way--so
early! Eh?


MISS TESMAN.

Why, of course I had to come and see how you were getting on.