Aurora. (aside) No go. 'E don't love me, or 'e wouldn't say that?
(Bell rings.)
Oh, that bell! (comes back and quickly removes the things)
Doctor. (still holding teapot in left hand) What are you doing now?
Aurora. Clearing away, sir, in case it's for you.
(Exit Aurora with tea-tray.)
Doctor. What's she done that for? I wish Flo was here to look after me. It was hard to leave her at Lowestoft, (takes photo from pocket, stands it up before him on table) Dear little Flo! The one girl I've loved all my life! (arm outstretched, teapot in L. hand) To think that you're my wife at last! (slowly closing his arms) My wife! (hugging teapot, yowls) It seems too good to be true. And where are the patients Quayle said would flow In? Simply flow In! (waves teapot, tea, goes all over the stage) Hello! its flowing out.
(Enter Plant.)
(loudly) I say, where are my patients? (loudly, coming down stage, not seeing Plant)
Plant. (more loudly) And I say where are my daughters?