(Stanton _and the assistant go out._ Mrs. Turner _advances a step or so into the room and looks from one group of patients to the other, inclining her head and smiling benevolently. All force smiles and nod in recognition of her greeting._ Peters, _at the pianola, lets the music slow down, glancing questioningly at the matron to see if she is going to order it stopped. Then, encouraged by her smile, his feet pedal harder than ever._) MURRAY. Look at old Mrs. Grundy's eyes pinned on us! She'll accuse us of being too familiar again, the old wench! EILEEN. Sssh. You're wrong. She's looking at me, not at us. MURRAY. At you? Why? EILEEN. I ran a temperature yesterday. It must have been over a hundred last night. MURRAY. (_with consoling scepticism_). You're always looking for trouble, Eileen. How do you know you ran a temp? You didn't see the stick, I suppose? EILEEN. No--but--I could tell. I felt feverish and chilly. It must have been way up. MURRAY. Bosh! If it was you'd have been sent to bed. EILEEN. That's why she's looking at me. (_Piteously._) Oh, I do hope I won't be sent back to bed! I don't know what I'd do. If I could only gain this morning. If my temp has only gone down! (_Hopelessly._) But I feel---- I didn't sleep a wink--thinking---- MURRAY. (_roughly_). You'll persuade yourself you've got leprosy in a second. Don't be silly! It's all imagination, I tell you. You'll gain. Wait and see if you don't. (Eileen _shakes her head. A metallic rumble and jangle comes from the hallway. Everyone turns in that direction with nervous expectancy._) MRS. TURNER (_admonishingly_). Mr. Peters! PETERS. Yes, ma'am. (_He stops playing and rejoins the group of men on the right. In the midst of a silence broken only by hushed murmurs of conversation,_ Doctor Stanton _appears in the hall doorway. He turns to help his assistant wheel in a Fairbanks scale on castors. They place the scale against the wall immediately to the rear of the doorway._ Doctor Simms _adjusts it to a perfect balance._) DOCTOR STANTON (_takes a pencil from his pocket and opens the record book he has in his hand_). All ready, Doctor? DOCTOR SIMMS. Just a second, sir. (_A chorus of coughs comes from the impatient crowd, and handkerchiefs are hurriedly produced to shield mouths._) MURRAY (_with a nervous smile_). Well, we're all set. Here's hoping! EILEEN. You'll gain, I'm sure you will. You look so well. MURRAY. Oh--I--I wasn't thinking of myself, I'm a sure thing. I was betting on you. I've simply got to gain to-day, when so much depends on it. EILEEN. Yes, I hope you---- (_She falters brokenly and turns away from him._) DOCTOR SIMMS (_straightening up_). All ready, Doctor? STANTON (_nods and glances at his book--without raising his voice--distinctly_). Mrs. Abner.