DANNY (whose manner is always that of one who, bathroom or no bathroom, feels he is a general favourite). If you please, child.
PROBATIONER (as soon as ELLEN has gone). Dr. Bodie is an angel.
DANNY (quite surprised that he has not thought of this before). That’s what she is!
CINDERELLA. Danny, can’t you say something comforting to poor Nurse.
DANNY (manfully). I’m thankful to say I can. Nurse, I’ve often had fits of remorse; and I can assure you that they soon pass away, leaving not a mark behind.
PROBATIONER. Dear Dr. Bodie!
DANNY. Exactly. You’ve taken the words out of my mouth. The only thing for us to think of henceforth is what to do to please her. Her last words to us were to draw up to the tea-table. Are we to disregard the last words of that sublime female?
PROBATIONER (recovering). No!
(The extra cups having been brought, the company of three settle down to their war-time tea-party, the tray being on CINDERELLA’S lap and a guest on each side of the bed.)