Doctor. Quite!
(Bath-room bell rings.)
Aurora. (mystified) That's your bath-room bell a-ringing, sir.
Doctor. (funereally) Yes! Answer it.
Aurora. (hesitating) Who's inside, sir?
Doctor. Two ladies.
Aurora. Two of 'em—oh, doctor!
(Enter Flo, from bath-room, with bundle of Aunt's clothes, dripping wet.)
Doctor. (penitently) My dear Flo, let me help you!
Flora. (indignantly to Doctor) Don't touch me! I wonder you aren't ashamed to. This is your work! (crosses to Aurora quietly) Take these, and dry them as quickly as possible!