Enter Dr. and Mrs. Dozey, R.
Tom. You’d better take Mrs. Chetwynd to her room. She’s ill. (Servant leads Lucy out, L., Tom follows to door, L.)
Dr. and Mrs. D. (looking at one another) Hem!
Tom. The heat, I daresay.
Both. Hem!
Tom. It’s lucky I was there or she’d have fallen. I’d better find Ned and tell him.
Both. Hem!
Tom. Have you both colds?
Dr. Have you a cold, Diana?
Mrs. D. No.