Dr. E. Very handsome indeed.
Doug. Yes—aw—and it's weally wough on a fellow, you know, to have to pay his attentions in a lunatic asylum.
Dr. E. A lunatic asylum!
Doug. Aw—yes—that is all I could think of whenever I have come here for the last two weeks, what with the old man waving wound, Eugene moping and tearing his hair, and Miss Kate having everything all her own way.
Dr. E. Her father has cause to be thankful that his daughter does have everything her own way, at last. (Rises.)
Doug. You surprise me. Aw—I have no doubt my—aw—future sister-in-law is a very smart woman, you know, but you see a fellow is afwaid of these smart women.
(Enter Alice, L. 2 E., with hat, etc.)
Alice. Yes, it makes things too unequal, no doubt.
Doug. Aw—pwecisely. (Aside.) What the deuce does she mean? (Aloud.) Aw—if you are weady, my dear, we will bid the doctor good by.
Alice. Ah, yes. We will go. (Aside, as they go up.) I will teach him something about a woman's smartness after we are married. (Exit with Doughlass, C.)