ROSIE (Coldly). Need we waste time in compliments, Dr. Clavering? My father may be back at any moment, and if you've, anything to say to me, won't you come to the point?
CLAV. I want to know if I may hope for a reward.
ROSIE. Surely a doctor doesn't ask reward for helping to do good.
CLAV. Virtue its own reward? Come, Miss Thompson, isn't that one of the maxims all of us apply to others rather than to ourselves?
ROSIE (Rising). If you want to be paid for your services to me, doctor, perhaps you will send in an account.
CLAV. You're misunderstanding wilfully. (Rising.) Can't we be frank with one another, we coworkers in the same field? Must you wear before me the mask you put on to suit your father?
ROSIE. I wear a mask to suit my father? I think you're labouring under some mistake.
CLAV. Then the reward I aim at is—— Oh, don't you see?
ROSIE. I hope I don't. (Crossing to door R. at back.) I think we'd both better forget this conversation, Dr. Clavering.
CLAV. (Following). You shan't put me off. I——