FAWCETT. (_as if he were reassuring a child_) There is always that last chance--the miracle. (_He puts on his hat and coat--bowing to_ RUTH) Good-by, Mrs. Mayo. RUTH. (_without raising her eyes--dully_) Good-by. ANDREW. (_mechanically_) I’ll walk to the car with you, Doctor. (_They go out of the door._ RUTH _sits motionlessly. The motor is heard starting and the noise gradually recedes into the distance._ ANDREW _re-enters and sits down in his chair, holding his head in his hands_) Ruth! (_She lifts her eyes to his_) Hadn’t we better go in and see him? God! I’m afraid to! I know he’ll read it in my face. (_The bedroom door is noiselessly opened and_ ROBERT _appears in the doorway. His cheeks are flushed with fever, and his eyes appear unusually large and brilliant._ ANDREW _continues with a groan_) It can’t be, Ruth. It can’t be as hopeless as he said. There’s always a fighting chance. We’ll take Rob to Arizona. He’s _got_ to get well. There _must_ be a chance! ROBERT. (_in a gentle tone_) Why must there, Andy? (RUTH _turns and stares at him with terrified eyes_). ANDREW. (_whirling around_) Rob! (_Scoldingly_) What are you doing out of bed? (_He gets up and goes to him_) Get right back now and obey the Doc, or you’re going to get a licking from me! ROBERT. (_ignoring these remarks_) Help me over to the chair, please, Andy. ANDREW. Like hell I will! You’re going right back to bed, that’s where you’re going, and stay there! (_He takes hold of_ ROBERT’S _arm_). ROBERT. (_mockingly_) Stay there ’til I die, eh, Andy? (_Coldly_) Don’t behave like a child. I’m sick of lying down. I’ll be more rested sitting up. (_As_ ANDREW _hesitates--violently_) I swear I’ll get out of bed every time you put me there. You’ll have to sit on my chest, and that wouldn’t help my health any. Come on, Andy. Don’t play the fool. I want to talk to you, and I’m going to. (_With a grim smile_) A dying man has some rights, hasn’t he? ANDREW. (_with a shudder_) Don’t talk that way, for God’s sake! I’ll only let you sit down if you’ll promise that. Remember. (_He helps_ ROBERT _to the chair between his own and_ RUTH’S) Easy now! There you are! Wait, and I’ll get a pillow for you. (_He goes into the bedroom._ ROBERT _looks at_ RUTH _who shrinks away from him in terror_. ROBERT _smiles bitterly_. ANDREW _comes back with the pillow which he places behind_ ROBERT’S _back_) How’s that? ROBERT. (_with an affectionate smile_) Fine! Thank you! (_As_ ANDREW _sits down_) Listen, Andy. You’ve asked me not to talk--and I won’t after I’ve made my position clear. (_Slowly_) In the first place I know I’m dying. (RUTH _bows her head and covers her face with her hands. She remains like this all during the scene between the two brothers_). ANDREW. Rob! That isn’t so!