Aunt. Let it alone!
Plant. (aside) It's all off!
(Aunt is poking vigorously, she hits Plant on purpose——)
(hops away, rubbing his leg) I'm in a damned awkward corner. My dear Miss Sheppard, I fail to comprehend the meaning of your action. If ever there was a gentleman Sheppard it's your dear nephew.
Aunt. Tell that to the—the—milkman's baby. I could tell you a story of my nephew that would freeze your blood, (gesticulates with poker)
Plant. You astound me—any insanity in the family?
Aunt. (L. C, rising indignantly) Mr. Plant!
Plant. No, no, of course not—I beg pardon—(sees she is wearing Doctor's bath-towel dressing gown—-aside) By George! it looks like it, though! What has happened?
Aunt. Who's Miss Garden's husband? (back to fireplace)
Plant. (R. C, aside) Ahem! I must make a bit out of this, anyway. My dear lady, I mustn't betray a professional confidence, by mentioning his name, (aside) Even if I knew it, which I don't, (to her) But, strictly between ourselves, he's Jack's greatest friend.