Aunt. (screams) Knives! Murder! Murder! Let me out!
(Exit quickly.)
Doctor. (calls after her) Don't go—Old Soosie-Toosie!
Aurora. (laughing) We've cured him, sir, we've cured him!
CURTAIN. [ [!-- H2 anchor --] ]
ACT II.
Scene.—Same as Act I. No time elapses.
Doctor. (alone) Good old Merry Andrew! What a sight he looked! Fancy expecting me to take his lumbering carcase for my gentle aunt. Why, I could see his trousers, (laughs, picks up bills, suddenly stops laughing) I must sober down now and remember I'm a married man with a lot of responsibilities—and no money, not yet! But auntie's coming to-morrow—the real aunt—coming like a good fairy to make everything rosy! (looks at photo) Flo, dear little Flo!
(Bell.)