Doctor. (back of sofa, to Ruby) And have you come up from Portsmouth with Merry Andrew?
Ruby. (confused) No—of course not, my dear Jack!
Doctor. But aren't you—eh?
Andrew. (laughs) You've guessed it in once, Dull Boy! But it's a secret.
Doctor. (pleased) I'm never wrong in a diagnosis. (shakes hands with Andrew) I congratulate you. (looks at Pearl) And you and Mr. Vane are—— (shaking hands with Waverly) I congratulate you——
(Pearl shakes her head.)
—Er—I mean I beg your pardon.
Waver. Don't mention it.
Andrew. You were having a jolly good caper when we came in; what's up?
Doctor. She's coming! (waves hand vaguely towards picture and sits on sofa between girls)