Horace. This is the worst case, Doctor.
(Dr. Chapman goes to lad on sofa. Enter Bella R.)
Bella. Some of the rooms are ready, sir.
Horace. Will you dispose them, Auntie? (Apart to her) I ought to apologize to you for bringing in all this crowd without asking you, but you see what a deplorable——
Aunt. (Patting his shoulder) Nephew, I am proud of you!
Horace. Funny! I thought she’d kick.
Aunt. Let this old couple come first, and the children, and you. (Aunt Martha shepherds about half the crowd off R. and exits.)
Tramp. (To Horace) Boy is in a bad way, Guv’ner, but Doctor thinks he can pull him through.
Minnie. You brought him in. I thought he was your son.
Tramp. No, Miss, I ain’t got no son, only a daughter.