Plant. Ahem! That will do. Er—no doubt, no doubt.
Tupper. No bloomin' doubt, sir. (going to him) But I do 'ope you'll pay afore leavin'—'cos it's Lady Day, an these 'ere clothes ain't paid for yet—an' if they ain't—they're a-comin' orf.
Plant. That'll do! We don't want to hear any fairy tales.
Tupper. (sadly) There ain't no tails about these 'ere. (looking at his jacket) It's a norrible fac'!
Plant. You can go—(to Tupper) both of you. (to Aurora)
Aurora. (having fetched pail—to Tupper) Come aw'y, you talk too much. I'm the doctor's local demon when 'e's aw'y.
(Exeunt Tupper and Aurora.)
Plant. Nice sort of servants for a doctor to have. (puts book on couch)
Pearl. (to Ruby. who is reading a letter) Who's that from?
Ruby. Lieutenant Merry!