Flora. (severely) They must be mad to be in love with him! (at sofa back, putting her hat on, looking in mirror)
Plant. (aside) Tired of him already. She'll be wanting to go back to her husband—good business for the lawyer—(rubs his hands)—and especially for yours truly, (goes up in front of mirror—crosses round sofa) I must find out what her husband's name is. I'm quite ready when you are, my dear Mrs.—er—Mrs.——
Doctor. (crosses C. quickly, aside to Plant) Garden—. better call her Miss Garden for the present.
Plant. (aside to Doctor) I say, this mustn't be used against me in evidence. It's only for your sake, you gay dog! (offers his arm to Flo) Come, my dear Miss Garden—you must confide in me as in a second father.
(She takes his arm.)
Doctor. (aside) I hope she won't!
Plant. (at door) I say, Jack—"a lady in whose case I take the deepest interest!" (nods towards her)
Doctor. (to Flora. as they go out) Flo! Speak to me.
Flora. (going—angry) No, I won't speak to you.
Plant. (as they go out arm in arm, winks at Doctor) No, sir, we won't speak to you.