ANDREW. (_shaking off his depression--briskly_) They might be much worse. There’s enough left to fix the farm O. K. before I go. I won’t leave ’til Rob’s on his feet again. In the meantime I’ll make things fly around here. (_With satisfaction_) I need a rest, and the kind of rest I need is hard work in the open--just like I used to do in the old days. (_Stopping abruptly and lowering his voice cautiously_) Not a word to Rob about my losing money! Remember that, Ruth! You can see why. If he’s grown so touchy he’d never accept a cent if he thought I was hard up; see? RUTH. Yes, Andy. (_After a pause, during which_ ANDREW _puffs at his cigar abstractedly, his mind evidently busy with plans for the future, the bedroom door is opened and_ DOCTOR FAWCETT _enters, carrying a bag. He closes the door quietly behind him and comes forward, a grave expression on his face._ ANDREW _springs out of his chair_). ANDREW. Ah, Doctor! (_He pushes a chair between his own and_ RUTH’S) Won’t you have a chair? FAWCETT. (_glancing at his watch_) I must catch the nine o’clock back to the city. It’s imperative. I have only a moment. (_Sitting down and clearing his throat--in a perfunctory, impersonal voice_) The case of your brother, Mr. Mayo, is---- (_He stops and glances at_ RUTH _and says meaningly to_ ANDREW) Perhaps it would be better if you and I---- RUTH. (_with dogged resentment_) I know what you mean, Doctor. (_Dully_) Don’t be afraid I can’t stand it. I’m used to bearing trouble by this; and I can guess what you’ve found out. (_She hesitates for a moment--then continues in a monotonous voice_) Rob’s going to die. ANDREW. (_angrily_) Ruth! FAWCETT. (_raising his hand as if to command silence_) I am afraid my diagnosis of your brother’s condition forces me to the same conclusion as Mrs. Mayo’s. ANDREW. (_groaning_) But, Doctor, surely---- FAWCETT. (_calmly_) Your brother hasn’t long to live--perhaps a few days, perhaps only a few hours. It’s a marvel that he’s alive at this moment. My examination revealed that both of his lungs are terribly affected. ANDREW. (_brokenly_) Good God! (RUTH _keeps her eyes fixed on her lap in a trance-like stare_). FAWCETT. I am sorry I have to tell you this. If there was anything that could be done---- ANDREW. There isn’t anything? FAWCETT. (_shaking his head_) It’s too late. Six months ago there might have---- ANDREW. (_in anguish_) But if we were to take him to the mountains--or to Arizona--or---- FAWCETT. That might have prolonged his life six months ago. (ANDREW _groans_) But now---- (_He shrugs his shoulders significantly_). ANDREW. (_appalled by a sudden thought_) Good heavens, you haven’t told him this, have you, Doctor? FAWCETT. No. I lied to him. I said a change of climate---- (_He looks at his watch again nervously_) I must leave you. (_He gets up_). ANDREW. (_getting to his feet--insistently_) But there must still be some chance----