GAYNOR (_curtly_). Don't talk nonsense. (Carmody _groans._ Gaynor _continues authoritatively._) She will have to go to a sanatorium at once. She ought to have been sent to one months ago. The girl's been keeping up on her nerve when she should have been in bed, and it's given the disease a chance to develop. (_Casts a look of indignant scorn at_ Carmody, _who is sitting staring at the floor with an expression of angry stupor on his face._) It's a wonder to me you didn't see the condition she was in and force her to take care of herself. Why, the girl's nothing but skin and bone! CARMODY (_with vague fury_). God blast it! GAYNOR. No, your kind never realises things till the crash comes--usually when it's too late. She kept on doing her work, I suppose--taking care of her brothers and sisters, washing, cooking, sweeping, looking after your comfort--worn out--when she should have been in bed--and---- (_He gets to his feet with a harsh laugh._) But what's the use of talking? The damage is done. We've got to set to work to repair it at once. I'll write to-night to Dr. Stanton of the Hill Farm Sanatorium and find out if he has a vacancy. And if luck is with us we can send her there at once. The sooner the better. CARMODY (_his face growing red with rage_). Is it sendin' Eileen away to a hospital you'd be? (_Exploding._) Then you'll not! You'll get that notion out of your head damn quick. It's all nonsense you're stuffin' me with, and lies, makin' things out to be the worst in the world. I'll not believe a word of Eileen having the consumption at all. It's doctors' notions to be always lookin' for a sickness that'd kill you. She'll not move a step out of here, and I say so, and I'm her father! GAYNOR (_who has been staring at him with contempt--coldly angry_). You refuse to let your daughter go to a sanatorium? CARMODY. I do. GAYNOR (_threateningly_). Then I'll have to report her case to the Society for the Prevention of Tuberculosis of this county, and tell them of your refusal to help her. CARMODY (_wavering a bit_). Report all you like, and be damned to you! GAYNOR (_ignoring the interruption--impressively_). A majority of the most influential men of this city are behind the Society. Do you know that? (_Grimly._) We'll find a way to move you, Carmody, if you try to be stubborn. CARMODY (_thoroughly frightened, but still protesting_). Ara, Doctor, you don't see the way of it at all. If Eileen goes to the hospital, who's to be takin' care of the others, and mindin' the house when I'm off to work? GAYNOR. You can easily hire some woman. CARMODY (_at once furious again_). Hire? D'you think I'm a millionaire itself? GAYNOR (_contemptuously_). That's where the shoe pinches, eh? (_In a rage._) I'm not going to waste any more words on you, Carmody, but I'm damn well going to see this thing through! You might as well give in first as last. CARMODY (_wailing_). But where's the money comin' from?