Frank. The crowd is breaking up. (Knock at door, L.)
Enter Dr. Aconite and Lucy, R.
Dr. A. Will anybody, male or female, be kind enough to look in my face, and tell me if I am Adam Aconite, or if I am not Acom Adamite.
Frank. I'll be back in a minute. (Runs off, R.)
Maggie. Sure it's the most mysterious mystery that iver took place. It bates the deluge, sure. (Knock at door, L.)
Lucy. Shall I open the door, doctor?
Dr. A. No—yes—don't mind me. I'm not myself. I'm out of my head. I'm mad, mad, mad! (Sinks into chair.)
Annie. O, brother! isn't this terrible? (Knock, L.)
Maggie. Bedad, there'll be a breakdown at that door, or I'm mistaken. (Opens door. Oldbuck, Sharpset, Plumpface, and Dennis tumble in on floor.) Troth, is that a pelite way to inter the house? (They pick themselves up.)
Oldbuck. Introduce me, doctor.