Cad. Do they? I was afraid that I had not been quite so good as they think I am.
Jel. I’d like to hear any one say to the contrary. I’d tear their eyes out,—that I would.
Cad. You are a good woman, Mrs Jellybags; and I shall not forget you in my will.
Jel. Don’t mention wills, my dear sir. You make me so miserable. (Puts her handkerchief to her eyes.)
Cad. Don’t cry, Mrs Jellybags. I won’t talk any more about it. (Sinks back exhausted.)
Jel. (wiping her eyes.) Here comes Dr Gumarabic.
Enter Gumarabic.
Gum. Good morning, Mistress Jellybags. Well, how’s our patient?—better?—heh?
(Mrs Jellybags shakes her head.)
Gum. No: well, that’s odd. (Goes up to Mr Cadaverous.) Not better, my dear sir?—don’t you feel stronger?