)
(GEORGE gets a little way into the room when he stops, sways a
little, and spasmodically puts his hand to his heart. ASHER, in a
frenzy of anxiety, again approaches to help him, but GEORGE repulses
him.)
GEORGE (protesting with what strength he has, as if in fear). N--no,
dad, I'd rather not--I--I can get along.
(ASHER halts and gazes at him mutely, and then looks at AUGUSTA.)
DR. FRYE. You'd better sit down here a minute and rest, Captain Pindar.
(ASHER starts to pull up an armchair, but AUGUSTA looks at him and
shakes her head, and pulls it up herself. GEORGE sinks into the
chair, leans back his head and closes his eyes. AUGUSTA hovers over
him, smoothing his hair.)
AUGUSTA. Is there nothing we can do, Dr. Frye? A little brandy--?
Dr. FRYE (who is evidently trying to hide his own concern by a show of
professional self-confidence), I think I'd wait a few moments.
GEORGE (murmuring). I--I'll be all right, mother
(DR. FRYE stands gazing down at him a few seconds and then comes
forward into the room to join ASHER.)
ASHER. For God's sake tell me what it is, doctor! Why did you leave New
York with him when he was in this condition? Was it because?
Dr.
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