Mrs. F. He seems harmless. I declare if he hasn’t a wig! And as I live the doctor’s coat on. (Aside.) A robber in disguise.
Patsy. Madam, you are not well. (Politely.) I beg you to be seated. (Points to chair by table.)
Mrs. F. He’s very polite, at any rate. (During this dialogue Mrs. F. has been getting closer to door L. and at last darts out suddenly to surprise of Patsy.)
Patsy. There’s goes another! It’s not much confidence the new mistress has in me. They’re puttin’ a job up on me. What is it they gave me before? (Thinks.) I’d give a thousand dollars if I could only think of it.
Enter Dr. F. L. followed by Mrs. F., Norah, Mike, Miss Simper. Patsy runs into office R. and locks himself in.
Mrs. F. Doctor Fluke, I told you something would happen.
Dr. F. Pshaw, nothing has happened. Mike let him have whiskey.
Mrs. F. I told you so. The very thing he shouldn’t have had.
Dr. F. I’ll cure him quick enough, and Mike you are very careless.