Aurora. Oh! (Bus.—mimicking her intonation) Then I'll tell him. (knocks at door R.I.E.) A lady to see you, sir.
Doctor. (heard off) All right! Tell him to take a chair.
Aurora. (at door) It ain't an 'im, it's an 'er!
Doctor. (heard off, laughing) Oh, then tell her to take the couch.
(Aunt crosses L.C., looks at tea-table.)
Aurora. (aside) The h'operating couch! Pore thing! If it ain't a h'arm, it's a leg! (looks at her sympathetically)
Aunt. (looking at picture over door) My picture! How sweet of the dear boy! Oh, Jack, what a happy time we shall have together.
Aurora. (coaxingly) If you please mum, the doctor says as you're to take the couch, and he'll take your case next, mum. (puts her arm round her waist and walks her up to couch)
TABLEAU.
Aunt. (smiling) My case! (sits on sofa) Aurora. Yes, buck up, mum! (slaps her on back)