SIR PATRICK. Give her your own address; and then we’ll see. [To the maid] Youll have to be content with that for the present, my girl. [Ridgeon gives her his card]. Whats your name?
THE MAID. Minnie Tinwell, sir.
SIR PATRICK. Well, you write him a letter to care of this gentleman; and it will be sent on. Now be off with you.
THE MAID. Thank you, sir. I’m sure you wouldnt see me wronged. Thank you all, gentlemen; and excuse the liberty.
[She goes into the hotel. They watch her in silence.]
RIDGEON [when she is gone] Do you realize, chaps, that we have promised Mrs Dubedat to save this fellow’s life?
BLENKINSOP. Whats the matter with him?
RIDGEON. Tuberculosis.
BLENKINSOP [interested] And can you cure that?
RIDGEON. I believe so.