Andrew. (roars and slaps him on the back) Just the same serious old Jack. You must come out with Vane and me to-night.
(Doctor writhes when Andrew slaps him.)
Waver. Yes, we'll paint London red for you—it's the season for spring-cleaning.
Doctor. With pleasure, but mind you, no larks after to-night. I know what a fellow you are for practical jokes, but if you played any joke on auntie, I'd never forgive you. She's one of the best, and I want her to enjoy her visit in her own quiet way. (looks through microscope)
Andrew. So she shall, old fellow! We'll take her to the Zoo to see the lions fed.
Pearl. That will be quiet!
(All laugh.)
Doctor. (aside) Where's that specimen? (rings bell) Oh, I remember, in there—(points to door R. I. E., to them) Will you excuse me for a moment?
(Exit R. U. E.)
(Andrew crosses to sofa, Pearl pulls Waverly on to sofa. The Quartette sit around tea-table, talking and laughing.)