FANNY. On your head, of course!
DOCTOR. I thought so.
MRS. P. (heard without). Joseph! Joseph!
DOCTOR (aside). I can’t meet her yet. The agitation—the trepidation—the perturbation—the—
FANNY. Perhaps you’d better retire, doctor, (aside) or else he’ll be flopping down on his knees to mamma before I’ve prepared her for the shock!
Enter MRS. PELICAN at R. H., followed by JOSEPH.
MRS. P. Joseph, inform your master that I shall dine in my own apartment.
[JOSEPH bows and goes out R. H. DOCTOR meets MRS. PELICAN as she comes down—looks tenderly at her—clasps his hands, and gives a deep sigh; then hurries up—stops again at C.—turns—gives her another tender look—another deep sigh, and hurries out at C.
MRS. P. (watching DOCTOR in astonishment). Why, what’s the matter with the man?
FANNY (aside). It’s your turn now, mamma! You wanted to get a husband for me; so as one good turn deserves another, I’ll see if I can’t find one for you!