NICHOLLS (_embarrassed_). Why, yes, in a way--but nothing definite--no official announcement or anything of that kind. It's all in the future. We have to wait, you know. (_With a sentimental smile._) We've been sort of engaged for years, you might say. It's always been sort of understood between us. (_He laughs awkwardly._) GAYNOR (_gravely_). Then I can be frank with you. I'd like to be because I may need your help. I don't put much faith in any promise Carmody makes. Besides, you're bound to know anyway. She'd tell you. NICHOLLS (_a look of apprehension coming over his face_). Is it--about her sickness? GAYNOR. Yes. NICHOLLS. Then--it's serious? GAYNOR. It's pulmonary tuberculosis--consumption. NICHOLLS (_stunned_). Consumption? Good heavens! (_After a dazed pause--lamely._) Are you sure, Doctor? GAYNOR. Positive. (Nicholls _stares at him with vaguely frightened eyes._) It's had a good start--thanks to her father's blind selfishness--but let's hope that can be overcome. The important thing is to ship her off to a sanatorium immediately. Carmody wouldn't hear of it at first. However, I managed to bully him into consenting; but I don't trust his word. That's where you can be of help. It's up to you to convince him that it's imperative she be sent away at once--for the safety of those around her as well as her own. NICHOLLS (_confusedly_). I'll do my best, Doctor. (_As if he couldn't yet believe his ears--shuddering!_) Good heavens! She never said a word about--being so ill. She's had a cold. But, Doctor--do you think this sanatorium will----? GAYNOR (_with hearty hopefulness_). Most certainly. She has every chance. The Hill Farm has a really surprising record of arrested cases--as good as any place in the country. Of course, she'll never be able to live as carelessly as before, even after the most favourable results. She'll have to take care of herself. (_Apologetically._) I'm telling you all this as being the one most intimately concerned. I don't count Carmody. You are the one who will have to assume responsibility for her welfare when she returns to everyday life. NICHOLLS (_answering as if he were merely talking to screen the thoughts in his mind_). Yes--certainly. Where is this sanatorium, Doctor--very far away? GAYNOR. Half an hour by train to the town. The sanatorium is two miles out on the hills--a nice drive. You'll be able to see her whenever you've a day off. It's a pleasant trip. NICHOLLS (_a look of horrified realisation has been creeping into his eyes_). You said--Eileen ought to be sent away--for the sake of those around her----?