Dr. F. (Leads Mrs. F. out L., she, protesting, returns to office door, R.) Just hand my coat through the door, please. (Door opens and coat is pushed through.)
Dr. F. Now for the remedy! (Eagerly opens letter, reads.) “Affectionate creature.”
Mrs. F. (In door L.) Stuff!
Dr. F. Hum, “most confiding”—yes, it seems so. Oh, here it is.
Mrs. F. (Entering, eagerly.) What is it?
Dr. F. Harriet, why do you interrupt? Oh, here it is! “If he ever gets under the influence of liquor he labors under the strange delusion that he is an Irishman.”
Mrs. F. How absurd! He’s crazy, I’d call the police.
Dr. F. (Petulantly.) My dear, will you allow me? This is a very curious case. “The remedy is tea, plenty of strong tea.” How very simple. (Rings bell.) I’ll give him enough tea to settle him in short order.
Enter Norah, L.
Norah. What is it, sor? Is he still voilent?