B. B. [firmly] Certainly not. Quite right, Sir Patrick. As temporary expedients, of course; but as treatment, no, No. Keep away from the chemist’s shop, my dear Ridgeon, whatever you do.
RIDGEON [going to the door with him] I will. And thank you for the knighthood. Good-bye.
B. B. [stopping at the door, with the beam in his eye twinkling a little] By the way, who’s your patient?
RIDGEON. Who?
B. B. Downstairs. Charming woman. Tuberculous husband.
RIDGEON. Is she there still?
Emmy [looking in] Come on, Sir Ralph: your wife’s waiting in the carriage.
B. B. [suddenly sobered] Oh! Good-bye. [He goes out almost precipitately].
RIDGEON. Emmy: is that woman there still? If so, tell her once for all that I cant and wont see her. Do you hear?
EMMY. Oh, she aint in a hurry: she doesnt mind how long she waits. [She goes out].