Plumpface. No; me first, doctor.
Sharpset. I'll hold to my bargain.
Dennis. Presint me, docther.
Maggie (swinging her broom round her head). Shoo! Away wid ye's! Don't you say the docther's sick? (They fall back.)
Dr. A. (rising). Gentlemen, I am at your mercy. An hour ago I was the possessor of a noble intellect. Now, I am like the reed shaken by the blast. To whom shall I present you?
Oldbuck, Plumpface, Sharpset, Dennis. "The Duchess of Dublin."
Dr. A. "Monsieur Tonson come again." (Sinks into chair.)
Maggie. "The Duchess of Dublin." O, be aisy wid yer nonsinse. Sure there's nobody here that answers to that name at all at all.
Enter Frank, R.
Frank. No, because her grace has just been driven away in her own carriage. I had the honor of bringing her here; I have had the honor to conduct her from this place, and to receive her thanks for the able manner in which she has been treated by Dr. Aconite.