Ned. I wish you would. You’ll find out what’s the matter, I’ll be bound. Where’s Dozey?
Alma. (at door, L.) Gone for a stroll, that’s all.
Ned. I hope he won’t be long. It’s nearly seven now.
Alma. Don’t alarm yourself. A clergyman is never late for dinner. (Exit, L. Sir Humphrey sits R. Ned crosses to L.)
Mrs. D. (outside) It’s no use talking, Dionysius!
Enter Dr. and Mrs. Dozey, through window.
Ned. Here they come.
Mrs. D. I won’t have it. This is the second time I’ve had to speak about it.
Dr. Listen to reason!
Mrs. D. I won’t listen to reason. I won’t listen to anything. It’s obvious to everybody. (to Sir Humphrey) Even Sir Humphrey must have observed it.