BISHOP. Itzy is your dog, I presume?
MISS DONOVAN. And such a darling. Everybody loves him. I shall tell everyone--all my friends. He suffers so--I shall warn them. His nose is running.... I shall destroy this irresponsible man's business!--If you could look into his eyes you'd understand! ... If you love dogs, never trust them to irresponsible people. [She goes to the door and out.]
BISHOP. That woman is a fool.
TIPPY. Some of my best customers are, Bishop.
MISS DONOVAN. [Opens door and sticks her head in.] I shall ruin your business! [Closes door with a slam.]
TIPPY. Jesus! [Takes the BISHOP'S hat and coat.] Won't you be seated, sir?
BISHOP. I trust that lady is not as influential as she feels.
TIPPY. Dog lovers are gossips. But I get business by gossip as well as lose it. By gossip, sir, and perfumed soap. The art of perfuming dogs has a great future. It's an undeveloped field. I'm just beginning to explore it.
BISHOP. You are a marvelous young man, Timothy.
TIPPY. It's the Irish in me--also the Scotch.