Flora. Oh, Jack, are you sure she's a maiden aunt?
Doctor. Quite! Here's her letter, (crosses to sofa, takes it from his pocket and gives it to her) Now are you satisfied, jealous little woman?
Flora. Forgive me, Jack. I can't help being jealous of everybody and everything—I love you so much!
Doctor. (round on to sofa) I know you do—and see what luck you've brought me. (pointing to letter which she is reading) I told you we shouldn't go wrong if we followed Quayle's advice. Auntie's coming to-morrow, and she's going to do all that money can——
Flora. (reading letter) To-day, Jack—she's coming to-day. This letter was written yesterday.
Doctor. (suddenly) What a fool I am! Where's the Bradshaw? (crosses to table, turns over leaves of Bradshaw, hurriedly) Ambleside! A! Where's A! Acton, Aldersgate, Ambleside, here we are! Good gracious! She's nearly here! (crosses to Flo) Flo, it will never do to greet her with a story of a secret marriage—she'd be simply horrified! It's very hard to part—it's been a short and unsatisfactory honeymoon, (kisses her) But— Where's that Bradshaw? (crosses to table, fumbles to find the place) Lowestoft? L! L! Where the devil is L?
(Enter Aurora with letter.)
Aurora. 'Ere, sir—a letter for you, sir—and the boy's waiting, (R. C.)
Doctor. (takes letter) Look out the next train, you must catch it! (throws Bradshaw to Flo)
(Doctor reading letter—Flo reluctantly looking out train, in Bradshaw, half crying.)