Dennis. Troth, I'm afraid they'll all git well afore you git there.
Dr. A. That would be fatal—ahem!—to me. I'm off. I'll return at the earliest possible moment. Should anybody call, let them wait. Tell them I am suddenly called to my rich patient, ahem! Squire Croony. (Going off, L.)
Enter Maggie, R., with Dr. Aconite's hat and cane.
Maggie. Sure, docther, you're not going widout yer hat?
Dr. A (returning). That would be a mistake. (Puts on hat.) You're sure, my man—
Dennis. O, bother! Would ye lave them all to die suddenly wid a long illness?
Dr. A. I'm off. Glory! glory! Luck! (Dances to door, L., then suddenly stops, straightens himself, and puts on a serious face). Professional dignity, ahem! (Struts off, L.)
Annie. Maggie, remember, if anybody calls, "The doctor has been called to Squire Croony."
[Exit, R.