Dr. A. Glorious to have your front yard filled with a howling, yelling pack? Hear that. (Shouts outside, "Hi! hi! The duchess! the duchess!")
Frank. O, that's all right.
Dr. A. (jumping up). All right! And perhaps 'twas all right when I saw you a half hour ago with your arms around my affianced bride.
Annie. You did? O, Frank, how could you?
Frank. It's all right, I tell you. (Shouts outside, as before.) I can explain. But, in the mean time, we've work before us. Here, Lucy, just throw that cloud around your head so your eyes alone will be visible. (She does so.) That's good. Now, doctor, give Lucy your arm.
Dr. A. But I would like to know—
Frank. So you shall. In the mean time unhesitatingly obey me. Your professional reputation is at stake. Give Lucy your arm, go up stairs, open the window, step out upon the balcony, and gracefully bow to the assembled people. (Shouts as before.)
Dr. A. Yes, but this proceeding—
Lucy. Is strictly proper. Depend upon it, Adam, there is no other way.
Dr. A. If there is no other way, will you be kind enough to tell me what this way is?