II.—MIDDAY
DOCTOR: And what can I do for you?
VISITOR: I come round yere to talk about the boy Cooper. I'm 'is father. The child ain't to be took away, see? 'E ain't got diftheria at all.
DOCTOR: I'm sorry to have to differ from your diagnosis, Mr. Cooper, but the child has got diphtheria. And I'm very much afraid that he's got to be taken away. It doesn't rest with me; I merely have to report——
VISITOR: If you wanter know the troof, Doctor, we've called in Doctor Popham. See? And Doctor Popham don't believe as the boy 'ave got diftheria at all. And 'e's sent the boy some physic. And 'e's gointer 'ave another look at 'im termorrer. And we've took the case outer your 'ands, see? So you needn't trouble to send in no reports to nobody. That child ain't bein' took away. You needn't trouble to interfere no more. The boy is stoppin' 'ome, along of 'is lawful parents. See?
DOCTOR: Did Doctor Popham examine the child's throat?
VISITOR: What's that gotter do with you? The boy ain't got diftheria. And 'e ain't gotter be moved.
DOCTOR: It has got this much to do with me—that I did examine the child's throat. I'm not suggesting to you that I think he has diphtheria; I'm telling you that he jolly well has got it. I know. When you go home you can see for yourself. Look in the little chap's throat and you will see a round white patch about the size of a sixpence. That, my friend, is diphtheria.
VISITOR: The boy ain't gotter be moved.
DOCTOR: That's not my business. Somebody else will decide about that. But I don't suppose he'll let you murder the child, even if you are its father.