Kate. You, doctor? (Sir Peter goes L. and round behind sofa to C. as Beatrice and Normantower exit)
Nor. (reluctantly) Good-bye then, for the present.
Kate. Au revoir! (goes to L.C., Normantower is “struck,” and suddenly remembering turns. Exeunt Lord Normantower and Beatrice into grounds C. to R.)
Sir P. (Sir Peter after watching them off, comes down R. of sofa and points) Sit down.
Kate. Don’t order me about in that way, doctor. We’re not in the hospital now.
Sir P. Sit down. (Kate sits, in burlesque obedience. He sits) First let me deliver my messages. The entire medical staff at Guy’s send you their kindest regards. (Both on sofa, Kate L., Sir Peter R.)
Kate. (facing audience) That’s very nice of them. On your return, doctor, will you be so good as to give my kindest regards to the entire medical staff at Guy’s?
Sir P. The house-surgeon, Mr. Kennedy, I regret to say, sends you his love.
Kate. Will you also give my love to Mr. Kennedy?
Sir P. The students send you a kiss apiece.