( Aurora gasps a third time, loudest, and puts tray on tea-table, upsetting milk jug onto tray. Takes everything off tray quickly, pours spilt milk back into jug, wipes tray and mops milk off floor with apron, goes to fire and wrings out apron in fireplace.)
Doctor. (rises, goes up) You've got something on your chest, Aurora——
Aurora. Yes, sir. (takes out loaf of bread and puts it on the table)
Doctor. I must give you a tonic.
Aurora. (with fervour) Oh, do, sir. (goes C., aside) 'Is patient again! I wonder what colour it'll he this time? (to Doctor as he hands her the draught) Will this 'ere mix with that there, sir? (pointing at it)
Doctor. (snatching it back) No, I'm hanged if it will!1 (puts it down)
Aurora (aside) I was a little silly to speak. I did want to touch 'is 'and again. 'E's got sich a sorft 'and!
(Exit Aurora. sadly.)
Ruby. And what is your lady-love like?
Doctor. (pointing to Aunt's picture) That!