[To SIR GEORGE.] I would rather Lucas went in the house gondola;
I know its cushions are dry. May he take you to the Piazetta?
SIR GEORGE. [A little stiffly.] Certainly.
AGNES. [To FORTUNE.] Mettez les coussins dans la gondole.
FORTUNE. Bien, madame.
[FORTUNE goes out. AGNES begins to measure a dose of medicine.]
SIR GEORGE. [To AGNES.] Er--I--ah--
LUCAS. [Putting on his gloves.] Agnes, Sir George--
AGNES. [Turning to SIR GEORGE, the bottle and glass in her hands.] Yes?
SIR GEORGE. [Constrainedly.] We always make a point of acknowledging
the importance of nursing as an aid to medical treatment. I--I am sure
Mr. Cleeve owes you much in that respect.
AGNES. Thank you.
SIR GEORGE. [To LUCAS.] I have to discharge my gondola; you'll find me
at the steps, Cleeve. [AGNES shifts the medicine bottle from one hand
to the other so that her right hand may be free, but SIR GEORGE simply
bows in a formal way and moves towards the door.] You are coming with
us, Kirke?
KIRKE. Yes.
SIR GEORGE. Do you mind seeing that I'm not robbed by my gondolier? [He
goes out.]
AGNES. [Giving the medicine to LUCAS, undisturbed.] Here, dear.
KIRKE. [To AGNES.] May I pop in tonight for my game of chess?
AGNES. Do, doctor; I shall be very pleased.
KIRKE. [Shaking her hand in a marked way.
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