Aurora. Not me, sir! I ain't no thief! (takes another lump)
Doctor. (smiles) Well, never mind. That won't hurt you.
Aurora. Please, sir, (looking at him fondly—hesitatingly) Mrs. O'Hara, she arsked me to say—as it's Lady day, would you allow 'er——
Doctor. I know—something on account.
Aurora. Oh, no, sir—would you allow her to send up a beautiful bird for yer tea?
Doctor. No, thanks, I—I've just dined, (eats ravenously)
Aurora. (aside) Lord forgive 'im. (watches him eating)
Doctor. (aside) Mrs. O'Hara has tried that dodge before, but I'm not taking any.
Aurora. I'm sure you'd like it, sir, it's a quail on toast.
Doctor. (aside, jumping up) Quail on toast!' Damn it! Do you want to drive me mad? (shouts to her) No! Go! (sits and pours out another cup)