Mrs. O'H. Fairly so, she says, 'for a hamatoor. Somethin' about the water-cure, wasn't it?
Doctor. (writhing) I believe it was. (aside) The water-cure! It's fate!
Mrs. O'H. Well, out o' charity to a pore lodger as can't pay 'is rent, I'm goin' to take yer h'upstairs to to say that there recitltation to my lady friends. Come along!
Doctor. (rising) No, no, I'm not in a funny humour!
Mrs. O'H. Ho! but I'm going to take 'arf a crown off the rint-book for yer doin' of it—ap come along! (drags him)
Doctor. No, no—I really can't—I've had a terribly busy day and I'm too—tired!
Mrs. O'H. Too proud, you mean. But, mark my word, if you don't come h'up—
Doctor. (aside, absently) I shall come h'up three times.
Mrs. O'H. Your pride'll 'ave a fall, and a very 'umblin' fall!
(Exit Mrs. O'Hara, with dignity.)