Hossefrosse. Mrs. Rush is a patient of mine!
Florence. [Moving down at the left towards Ritter and Mrs. Fell] She may have been originally. [Mrs. Fell bursts out afresh over something else that Ritter whispers.]
Mrs. Pampinelli. [Flicking her finger at Nelly] Sh-sh-Nelly.
Mrs. Fell. [To Florence, who is standing looking at her] I beg your pardon.
Hossefrosse. [Standing in the middle of the room] She is now!
Florence. [Resting one hand on the arm-chair] I’m not disputing it. [He turns away, and stands at the left of the table below the piano.] But she must have a very persistent malady—
Mrs. Fell. Just one minute, Flossie—one minute—
Florence. That hasn’t responded to a treatment of more than six years—
Mrs. Fell. Flossie, Flossie, Flossie! [Florence stops and looks at her.] Just a minute. [She looks sharply at her manuscript.]
Mrs. Pampinelli. What is the matter, Nelly?