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drel, you’re shaking me to pieces !  Emily, do get a 
gentler footman.  Oh !  Oh !  Nobody cares for the poor 
old man.  I am thrown on the dust-heap.  Oh, Emily, 
may you suffer one day as I suffer !  Oh !  Oh !  Oh ! 
 
[The Nurse comes forward and soothes him.  
NURSE.  You must really be more careful of my 
patient, Thomas.  
THOMAS.  I humbly beg pardon, miss.  I think the 
balls is gritty, miss.  I’ll ile ’em to-morrow.  
GRANDFATHER.  There, you see, Nurse is the only one 
that loves me.  I should like to marry you, Nurse, eh ?  
And cut ’em all out ? 
MRS. OSSORY.  [Glares at Nurse in silence, not trusting 
herself to speak to her.] Now, grandpa, don’t be silly !  
You know how we all love you !  [She goes to the chair 
and shakes it, unseen.] Thomas, there you are again !  
How can you be so thoughtless ?    
GRANDFATHER.  Oh !  Oh !  Oh !    
 
[They get him out of the room. 
MRS. OSSORY [returning].  Good-bye, Mr. Carr.  It is 
so good of you to help.  
CARR.  Not at all, Mrs. Ossory, not at all.  I am only 
too glad.  You should try and get a nap after lunch.  
MRS. OSSORY.  I will—I really think I will.  
[Exit. 
CARR.  [Closes the door, turns to EUPHEMIA, executes a 
quiet hornpipe, goes to EUPHEMIA, holds out his arms.] 
Sweetheart !    
EUPHEMIA.  How dare you !  How can you !  With 
poor Uncle Henry lying dead !    
CARR.  Why have a long Latin name if you mean to play