Tupper. Gratooities from grateful patients—shillins an' 'arf-crowns, she sez. Well, we been at it three months to-day—
Aurora. (sadly) An' not a blessed patient 'as called yet. (comes down)
Tupper. No, but the tailor's called, lots o' times, an' larst time 'e was very cross—said 'e'd 'ave these clothes orf me if they wasn't paid for Lady Day. (crosses to R. of table)
Aurora. Oh! the person! Never mind; the day will come.
Tupper. The day 'as come! (takes up pile of letters)
Aurora. Well, never mind, look at all these—all from lady patients, (sits in Doctor's chair, puts on his eye-glasses)
Tupper. (laughing) Lady patients! Why, they're bills. That's the butcher, (puts it down) An' that's the chemist.
Aurora. Oh! 'e can read!
Tupper. (puts it down) I know 'em all! (reads) "Cummerbund and Co., Tailors." Oh lor! That's me! (drops the pack suddenly) I call it downright selfish of the doctor to go away and never think of me. (produces crumpled telegram from pocket) Oh, I forgot, this is for you! (hands it to her)
Aurora. Silly kid!