The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

THE EQUXNOX Jane. Yes, of course. I know I’ve been careless. Dr. F. Yes, yes. A bit ofa {right is the very thing to do one good. [Eider ΜΠ Stanley, his lmz'r 614/”?!!!ששa wild [00/5 in his eyes. He does not see Mrs. Bob (md Jane, who are?וש L. at one/é ofstage, but addresses Dr. Fielding, who 2": at tab/e.] W. S. I say, dec., it's all up. Dr. F. Nonsense. Cheer up, old son. It's never as bad as Dr. Bob makes out. W. S. Yes; I'm finished. God! but this will break up the mother. Dr. F. Then you mustn’t tell her. W. S. I’m not going to. But she’ll guess. Mothers seem to feel things. Look here, dec., I'm on for a night with the Indians. I‘ll have forgotten about it myself by to-morrow That’s the best way. Dr. F. I’m with you. And in the meantime, remember we doctors know very little. Mrs. Β. (coming forward) I wouldn't believe the whole lot of them if they said I had to die to—morrow. Dr. F. Quite right. [DR. BOB‘S (Be/L SERVANT 6711665 and flows JANE z'm‘o eoizszz/lz‘ng—roo/IL] Dr. F. I’ll be with you in a moment, Jane. (Jane mods and smiles and goes in.) Take my word {or it, Will, there‘s always hope. I’ll see you at the Club at 8 o'clock. W. S. Right you are ! (Seriously (md þathelimlly) And thank you so much for—lying to me I 72