Dr. F. Well that is a situation!
Mrs. F. (Hysterically.) Now he’ll murder us all.
Dr. F. Nonsense! Major Barker says he’s the most affectionate creature.
Mrs. F. Major Barker, fiddlesticks!
Miss S. I am sure the major must be right. I do think the Chinese have such lovely dispositions.
Mrs. F. Miss Simper, you and the doctor fatigue me with such twaddle.
Dr. F. Mike, suppose you go into the office and ask him for my coat.
Mike. If you plaze, sor, I think my appearance excoites him a bit.
Miss S. Oh, let me go. (Starts.)