Dr. Nor I.
Both. Hem!
Tom. Only two clerical sore throats? Beg pardon. (Exit through window; off, L.)
Dr. and Mrs. Dozey stand looking at one another.
Dr. I fear our advent was inopportune.
Mrs. D. Then you observed——
Dr. Nothing. I have mislaid my glasses.
Mrs. D. What nonsense, Dionysius! there they are!
Dr. There are epochs in existence when it is the duty of a charitable person to have mislaid his glasses.
Mrs. D. Charity is a very excellent thing in its way. At the same time one can’t always shut one’s eyes. I’m sure I close mine as often as anybody; but I can’t help observing what goes on.