B. That one! bring it in and rub me. I’m on fire.
Patsy. Melican man hot like old boy; all bun up.
Boyler. I’ll die in this infernal torture chamber. (Roars.) Bring the bottle! (Enters D. F. growling and holding leg.)
Patsy. (Takes brandy bottle, uncorks, smells.) Um! Hong Kong blandy! make toddy likee time in Hong Kong. Dlink heap toddy. (Takes drink, rubs stomach.) Um! velly good.
B. (Calls.) Hurry up, you! What on earth are you doing?
Patsy. (Takes bottle of liniment, enters D. F. Rubs B., who gives grunts of satisfaction. Patsy runs out, takes another drink, rubs stomach, runs back again, rubs B. Business ad lib.)
Enter Mike suddenly, followed by Norah, L. They surprise Patsy with bottle.
Mike. Put that down, ye haythen!
Patsy. Ilishman dlunk! (Runs back and turns handle furiously.)