Marc sat up under the relaxed grips of the doctors, his face scarlet. "Why do you have to go around telling people things like that?" he asked plaintively.
"I could put it another way," Toffee said. "Dirtier. For instance...."
"No!" Marc cried. "It's dirty enough already."
The doctor turned to Marc. "Who is this woman?"
"I don't know," Marc lied quickly. "I've never seen her before in my life. Why don't you throw her out of here?"
"Why, you lying old ingrate!" Toffee flamed. "For two cents I'd climb up there on that table and perform a few operations of my own!"
"Madam!" Marc said distantly, "whoever you are, do you really think you ought to take on in public in this brazen way?"
"I'll take you on in public, no holds barred, you thin-nosed phony," Toffee gritted. "You don't know what brazen is yet!"
The doctor turned to the nurse. "Call the orderlies and have this woman removed," he said. "And have them give her a blanket or something to wear. We can't delay the operation another moment. I'll give the anaesthetic myself."
"Hey!" Marc yelled. "Toffee...."