Dick. (dismayed) Ten! You said five last night.
Alma. But I say ten this morning.
Ned. Better accept.
Alma. It’ll be fifteen to-morrow.
Ned. Give it her, Dick.
Alma. Or I won’t play the part. (Dr. Dozey comes down, R.)
Dick. Gad, I should like to give it her! This is a conspiracy. No, hang me if I give you ten pounds a week rise. Go to the—— (crosses to R.; meets Dr. Dozey)
Dr. Hem!
Dick. (looking at Dr. Dozey) To the Antipodes. (to Alma) You’ve been there once, and you can go again.
Dr. Diana, I was too precipitate.