Dr. A Colonial widow. (moves towards door, R.)
Mrs. D. Sir Humphrey picked up on the Continent.
Dr. And found charming. (both sigh and exeunt, wagging their heads; Dr. Dozey, R.; Mrs. Dozey, L.)
Tom. Queer couple—a duet personified.
Sir H. The doctor will have his joke.
Tom. That’s fortunate, for no one else would take it.
Sir H. Very old friends of mine, and one must make allowances for age and infirmity. (sitting with difficulty, R. of table)
Tom. Can I assist you? (crosses to Sir Humphrey)
Sir H. Not at all. It’s only a little stiffness in the joints. I never felt it till the last few years.
Tom. Ah, we’re all older than we used to be. (goes to easel)