Ned. Lucy ill! What’s the matter?
Dr. I only know that she is in her room.
Ned. I’ll go and tell her you are here, father. (crosses to L.) That’ll bring her down, I warrant. (Exit, L.)
Alma. You’ll get on ever so much better by yourselves. I’ll take the doctor for a little walk. Come along, doctor. You can talk; I’ll listen. I make a splendid congregation when I choose.
Dr. I should be charmed, but Mrs. Dozey——
Alma. Well, you see her condition!
Sir H. I didn’t see Mrs. Dozey. (approaching her)
Dr. (crosses to Sir Humphrey quickly) Not so loud! Let sleeping dogs—hem! Wake not the slumberer.
Alma putting her arm through Dr. Dozey’s, they both go off, C.R.
Sir H. (following) What sprightliness! What commonsense! (comes down, R.) What kindliness! My life has been a different thing since I have known her. (sits, R., thoughtfully) One of the Duchesses of St. Albans was an actress. One of the Countesses of Derby was an actress. There are precedents—excellent precedents. Lady Chetwynd—Lady Chetwynd.