Lucy. I’ve been here, father, waiting for you.
Doctor. Waiting for me? Why, I haven’t been away. Yes, yes, I have: Harry drove me to the cars early this morning. I found something by the way,—this little girl (patting Dilly’s head): her name’s “Bread on the Waters.” That’s what Harry calls her. She’s going to live with us,—ain’t you, little girl?
Dilly. Indeed, indeed, I am, doctor.
Doctor. Harry says, “Keep her, father, keep her;” and Harry’s a good boy,—a good boy. Where is he this morning? Why don’t you speak? Somebody run and call him.
Dilly. Why, doctor, you know he’s gone a long journey.
Doctor. Dear me! so he has, so he has,—a long journey to the bank. He’s a good boy—a good boy—he’ll be back soon.
Dilly. Oh! why don’t he come? why don’t he come?
Mrs. L. Dilly, Dilly, be calm.
Doctor. Don’t be in a hurry, little girl. Don’t be in a hurry (Fred appears, C.): all in good time—all in good time.
Fred. May I come in?