Dr. (down L.) Being on a visit to the Metropolis, and happening to be in the neighbourhood—— (shakes hands)
Alma. Very glad to see you, doctor. How is Mrs. Dozey?
Mrs. D. I owe you an apology, my dear.
Alma. You owe me an apology! What for?
Mrs. D. The months and months I thought you were a widow; when all the time you were a respectable married woman. (embraces Alma, and sits in armchair, L. of table)
Tom. Ah! the knights again.
Dr. (crosses to Tom) Herein we see the folly of rash judgment, and the frailty of our flesh. The subject naturally subdivides itself——
Alma. My husband.
Tom. How d’you do? (takes Dr. Dozey aside)
Mrs. D. You’re reconciled?