Doctor. (aghast) Marry—Aurora!
(Aurora turns away delighted.)
(aside) I'd rather drown myself! (crosses R. corner) Aunt. Yes, and I'll make you do it. (with scorn)
She's a fit—-
Aurora (surprised—kneels) Oh, thank you for those blessed words, mum! You darlin' lady! I'll go and see to your clothes now, auntie! (going, comes back) Kiss me, Jack! Kiss your Financy!
(Doctor leans with his back to table—Aurora climbs up on table and kisses him.)
(aside) I'm a lady at larst!'
(Exit Aurora.)
Aunt. Who's that poor girl in there? (pointing to bathroom)
Doctor. (absently) Oh, that is Miss Garden.