Doctor. And she came straight to me, and she had a fit of hysteria and she fell——
Plant. Fell?
Doctor. Yes—in my arms.
Plant. Sir!
Doctor. Fainted—fainted! And now she's lying down, and the question is, when she recovers, where is she to go?
Plant. Go? To her husband, of course! Where is he?
Doctor. Ah, that's the question!
Flora. (aside, popping her head out) I've got the cramp! I shall shriek in a minute.
Plant. (aside) I'll put him under an obligation, (to Doctor—effusively, loudly) My dear cousin, my door is ever open to the weary wanderer, and if the fair owner of that hat——
Doctor. No, no! It's very kind of you, but I won't hear of it. The fair owner of that hat is perfectly comfortable where she is.