Doctor. (alone) "This very day"—"Affluence and prosperity"—"fairy prince"—oh, he's off his dot! (looks at postmark) "Ambleside." Why, it's from (rises and crosses L.) Aunt Susannah! "My dear Nephew: I have heard glowing accounts of your success." My success! "I long to see my brilliant nephew —I'm coming up to London to-morrow." To-morrow—to-morrow, (looks at calander) that's Saturday, good job it's not to-day. Mrs. O'Hara's got an Irish party on upstairs and Aunt Susie's so awfully quiet she can't stand the slightest noise, (reads) "It is my constant joy to know that you are devoting your days—and I daresay many of your nights—to the noble work of alleviating human suffering." (looks at her picture—reads) "I mean to do all that my money can do to help you to pursue your glorious profession with everything in your favor." Its too good to be true! (rises) No, it isn't Quayle's right again! Flo has brought me luck, and on our wedding day! (pause) The very day! That's what that silly old man with the dyed hair meant. By Jove! he is a fairy prince! Oh, Flo, Flo, what a honeymoon we'll have! (dances all over the room with delight, seizing a sofa cushion to dance with)
(Enter Aurora. followed by Ruby. Pearl. Waverly and Andrew in single file.)
Aurora. The Doctor'll see you directly. Take your seats, please.
(Ruby and Pearl sit on couch, Ruby L. of Pearl; Andrew and Waverly R. C, laughing.)
TABLEAU.
Doctor. (stops dancing suddenly—aside) Quayle's right again! They're flowing in, simply flowing in! (sits at table—to Waverly down r.) Good afternoon. Won't you sit down?
(Waverly sits O. P. corner.)
Now what can I do for you? What's the trouble, eh?
Andrew. (behind Doctor. slaps him on back, laughing) What do you take us for, Dull Boy?
Doctor. (turning round) Why, it's Merry Andrew!