Mike. I’m very sorry, sor, but I didn’t let him have the whiskey. Do yez think I’d be wastin’ good liquor on a Chinaman?
Mrs. F. But he’s got it now and what will you do, I’d like to know?
Dr. F. I’ll just give him the remedy spoken of by Major Barker.
Mrs. F. What is the remedy?
Dr. F. (Claps hand in pocket.) Where is that letter? Here’s a go! (Turns over papers on table looking for letter.)
Mrs F. Have you lost the letter?
Dr. F. It seems so. (Business of diving his hands into his pockets.) Oh, I have it!
Mrs. F. Read it then!
Dr. F. I mean, I know where it is. I changed coats.
Mrs. F. And Patsy has the coat on!