Aurora. It's 'oo, sir? (crosses C.)
Doctor. It's complicated!
Aurora. Oh, it is that, sir.
Doctor. Now tell me. (Bus. with scribbling block) Do you suffer from your heart?
Aurora. Oh, don't sir. (simpers) My 'eart, oh, don't I just! You 'ark at it, sir! (rushes at him, jumps on his knee, and presses his head to her heart) It goes bumpity-bump, and it's all for you, sir, all for you.
(Enter Flo. from bathroom.)
I loves yer! (wildly)
(Flo. shrieks, and enter Aunt quickly from bathroom in Doctor's Turkish bath-towel dressing gown, and wearing his Turkish smoking-cap and bedroom slippers.)
Aunt. (severely) What does this mean?
Aurora. (looking at Aunt) What is it? I shall go off into highstrikes in a minute, I know I shall.