CINDERELLA (gleefully). Go on, Danny.
DANNY (of the bull-dog breed). I never could refuse the ladies. (He uses the stethescope as a telephone.) Give me the Convalescent Home, please. Is that you, Doctor? How are you? We’ve just rung up to defy you. Now, now, not another word, or I’ll have you locked up in the bathroom. Wait a mo; there’s a nurse here wants to give you a piece of her mind.
PROBATIONER (with the stethescope). Is that you, Miss Bodie? What? No, I have decided not to call you Dr. Bodie any more.
(Alas, DR. BODIE returns unseen by the window and hears her.)
Please to report yourself as in disgrace at once to the Matron. That will do. Good-bye. Run along. Heavens, if she had caught us!
DANNY. It would have meant permanent residence in bathroom for me.
(It is then that they see her.)
DR. BODIE (after an awful pause). I have come back for my stethescope, Nurse.
(The PROBATIONER can think of no suitable reply.)