(He turns.)
Not that way, sir! (points door R. I. E.)
(Doctor exits below R. I. E.)
Plant. (aside) He's upset her, somehow—I wonder how? Ah, well, I must pour oil on the troubled waters. (to Aunt) A Wonderful character—er—John. I congratulate you on having such a nephew—he combines all the tenderness of a woman with the more muscular qualities of a man. Did I tell you the story of his kindness to the milkman's baby?
Aunt. (loudly) Bother the milkman's baby! (sits sofa)
Plant. Certainly—er—bother the milkman's baby. (aside) She's strangely cross to-day.
Aunt. I told you to draw up a deed settling a thousand a year on my nephew.
Plant. (producing it blandly—Bus.—bag C. table) And I have consumed the midnight oil to complete it.
(He hands it to her, over back of sofa, she pitches it into the fire—he tries to snatch it out.)
My dear lady, that document's worth a lot of money! (rushes round sofa)