Aunt. (aside) The sailor girls. They're his daughters! (cross to fireplace) Ugh!
Plant. (aside to Doctor) Is the old girl ill? What's up?
(Doctor is silent.)
Ah, but he'll be a great physician—ahem—some day. (aside to Doctor) When the daisies are growing over auntie, eh? (end of sofa) Aunt. (severely) John!
(Doctor doesn't move.)
Plant. (same tone) John!
(Doctor turns.)
Aunt. John, leave us!
(Doctor rises as if in a dream, shakes hands with Plant at end of sofa, and goes towards bathroom where Flo. went out.)
John!