Maggie. Will, 'pon my sowl, if here isn't a couple of the quarest ould chaps I iver met. O, here's the docther. (Gives Oldbuck his cane.)
Enter Dr. Aconite, L. Exit Maggie, R.
Dr. A. The ice is broken. I've cured four individuals in ten minutes. My fortune's made. (Comes, C.)
Plumpface (jumping up). O, doctor (cough), my cough!
Oldbuck (jumping up). Dear doctor, my foot—O!
Plumpface. Please attend to me first. (Cough.)
Oldbuck. No, I arrived first, and claim your attention first.
Plumpface. It's a lie. I sent an hour ago. (Cough.)
Oldbuck. He's a humbug. That cough's hereditary.