What's what, eh? What's what?
DOCTOR. I swear I heard a footstep.
_Enter_ HASTINGS _with papers._
DUKE. Why, Hastings--Hastings--we thought you were a ghost. You must
be--er--looking white or something.
HASTINGS. I have brought back the answer of the Anti-Vegetarians ... I
mean the Vegetarians.
[_Drops one or two papers._
DUKE. Why, Hastings, you _are_ looking white.
HASTINGS. I ask your Grace's pardon. I had a slight shock on entering
the room.
DOCTOR. A shock? What shock?
HASTINGS. It is the first time, I think, that your Grace's work has been
disturbed by any private feelings of mine. I shall not trouble your
Grace with them. It will not occur again.
[_Exit_ HASTINGS.
DUKE. What an extraordinary fellow. I wonder if....
[_Suddenly stops speaking._
DOCTOR. [_After a long silence, in a low voice to_ SMITH.] How do you
feel?
SMITH. I feel I must have a window shut or I must have it open, and I
don't know which it is.
[_Another long silence._
SMITH. [_Crying out suddenly in the dark._] In God's name, go!
DOCTOR. [_Jumping up rather in a tremble._] Really, sir, I am not used
to being spoken to....
SMITH. It was not you whom I told to go.
DOCTOR. No. [_Pause._] But I think I will go.
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