Andrew. I'm going to that wig-maker fellow to get him to make me up just like this snap-shot of that picture, he'll do it in half an hour, dress and all. I'll come back before you're gone, and Jack'll think I'm his "she."
Aurora. (aside) Will he? Not if I can help it! (bobs down)
Andrew. And you'll all be larking and smoking and kicking up no end of a row, and poor old Jack's serious face'll be a study.
Aurora. (aside) Will he? I'll learn you to make fun of the dear Doctor. see if I don't! (creeps to door)
(Exit Aurora. unobserved.)
(Re-enter Doctor—Waverly withdraws his arm suddenly, Pearl puts it back.)
Pearl. (to Doctor) Jack?
(Doctor doesn't hear, absorbed in microscope.)
Jack, dear, has any one been here while we were away? (toying with Waverly's hand)
Doctor. (still looking through microscope) Only a Billy old lunatic with dyed hair and a touch of lumbago.