Plant. (hotly) Hang it, sir, I speak in parables—I'm not a patient!
Doctor. Not a patient! Then what do you come here for? Parables are no good to me. I've got my living to earn! (rings bell) Good afternoon!
(Enter Aurora.)
Aurora. 'Ere's a letter for you, sir.
Doctor. (taking it) Thanks, and show this gentleman out.
Aurora. Very good, sir, we are busy to-day, sir. (to Plant) This way out. (at door)
Plant. (to Doctor) You little know whom you are insulting. Some day, sir, your eyes will be opened—and you will discover that the country cousin—
(Aurora listens and mimics him.)
—whom you spurned from your door, was none other than a fairy prince, who will this very day lift you from the slough of grovelling poverty to the realms of affluence and prosperity. Good day, sir!
(Aurora crosses and exits behind Plant.)