Plant. (severely) Answer me, sir—what are your intentions with regard to my two daughters? (Bus. Flo.)
Doctor. (sofa, aside) If he wasn't my fairy prince, I'd brain him! (spots Flo's hat and collars it, confused) Flo's hat! Oh —er—honourable, you know—strictly honourable, (tries to hide Flo's hat)
Plant. (pointing to Flo's hat) What is that, sir? (works right round sofa)
Doctor. (following) A lady's hat, sir.
Plant. Don't be flippant, sir. (seizes hat and waves it) You're deceiving my girls, two girls with but one Single thought, two hats—hearts that beat for Jack.
Doctor. (to Plant) I'm deceiving no one—that hat belongs to one of my patients.
Plant. (aside) A patient, indeed! He's got none. (goes for hat)
Doctor. A lady in whose case I take the deepest interest. Can't tell you—it would be a breach of professional etiquette.
Plant. (goes to Doctor over R., throws his hat and stick on sofa) Ah, now you're talking business. The legal and medical professions are sisters, and should have no secrets.
Doctor. (shakes his head) No, no, it's a delicate case. (Bus.)