(Flo kicks.)
and don't kick.
(Enter Plant.)
Plant. My dear cousin Jack! (putting out his hand) I'm so glad to find you alone. My mission is of rather a delicate nature.
Doctor. (aside) Oh, Lord! (looks at couch nervously to Plant) I'm rather busy to-day. You couldn't call some other time, could you? (feels his pulse)
Plant. My dear Jack, you misunderstand me—it's not me—it's my precious jewels. I've left them lying in their room, their sobs were distressing to hear, they are suffering terribly.
Doctor. (aside) Another case! Quayle's right again! They're flowing in.
Plant. (aside) Locked up, and serve 'em right. I'll get on better without 'em. (aloud) They are both—( sobs ) —both——
Doctor. Two of 'em! The more the merrier! I'll come at once, (putting on his hat)
Plant. No, you misunderstand me—they are simply overcome with the way—to use their own phrase—the "affectionate" way in which you received them this afternoon.