Flora. Oh, Jack, why should you hide your blushing bride? She's sure to find me here.
Doctor. No, no, she won't!
Flora. She will! I'm so conspicuous! (sits on sofa)
Doctor. The more conspicuous the better, when you want to hide anything. It disarms suspicion, (down stage)
Flora. (jumps off couch, and stalks down to him in a towering rage) Jack! You've done this before!!
Doctor. Never! I swear! Do help me now, and all will come right, (drags her back and covers her up)
Flora. (popping her head out) Oh, hubby, are you sure we're properly married?
Doctor. Quite. Lie still, (same Bus.)
Flora. (same Bus.) It doesn't feel like it a bit. Oh, it's a horrid, horrid wedding day! (kicks and disarranges rug)
Doctor. (putting it back) She's coming! Lie still, do lie still! Flo, please—for my sake! Do lie quite still—