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MR TODD 
 
 
CARR.  Oh, Todd’s a good sort !  I think I must be 
going, sir.  
EUPHEMIA.  I wish you would stay and help me with 
the letters, Mr. Carr.  We shall have a great deal to do in 
the next day or two.  
CARR.  Well, if you really wish it, I will try and be of 
what service I can.  
[CARR, with his back to audience, laughs with his 
hands, behind it.  
MRS. OSSORY.  That is indeed kind of you, Professor ! 
 
[CARR’S hand-laugh grows riotous.  
GRANDFATHER.  Where is Nurse ?  I want my whisky 
and milk.  
MRS. OSSORY.  [Rings.] I shall go down to lunch, Alfred. 
Lunch when you like, please, everybody.  I fear the house 
will be much upset for a day or two.  You must go down 
to the mortuary at once.  I am really too upset to do 
anything more.  
CARR.  [Over L. To EUPHEMIA.] She hasn’t done 
much yet ! 
EUPHEMIA.  What a brute you are !   
MRS. OSSORY.  And we can’t possibly go to the dear 
Duchess on Friday ! 
CARR.  [almost in tears].  Forgive my seeming callousness !  
On my honour, I never thought of that.  “ Sunt lachrymae 
rerum.”  
[A nurse and a footman appear.  The latter wheels 
GRANDFATHER out of the room, using the 
greatest care not to shake him.  
GRANDFATHER.  Oh, my sciatica !  You careless scoun-