Dr. A. Be calm, be calm. In what way can I assist you?
Abigail. You have beneath your roof a noble lady—
Dr. A. Eh?
Abigail. From a foreign clime. You hold her here in secret. Let me but get her name in my autograph album, and Abigail Alllove will die happy.
Dr. A. Noble lady? (Aside.) Another lunatic.
Abigail. Yes, the name of "The Duchess of Dublin."
Dr. A. The—dickens! Stark, staring mad. My dear young lady, you are laboring under a hallucination. Go home at once. Call your friends.
Abigail. Alas! I have no friends. Did I not tell you I am a lone—
Dr. A. Yes, yes; but call in the neighbors, the kind neighbors—
Abigail. But the duchess! I must see the duchess. The hopes, the fears, the life of a lone orphan—