Dr. F. Peaceful as a lamb! He wants tea.
Norah. Tay is it! Did yez iver—
Mrs. F. As well try a pinch of salt.
Dr. F. Don’t stand there talking, Norah. Bring the tea at once. Plenty of it! Strong! Just throw about half a pound into the tin pot and fill it with hot water.
Norah. The tin pot houlds a gallon, sor.
Dr. F. (Impatiently.) Will you obey orders? Go! Run! (Exit Norah grumbling, L.)
Mrs. F. Tea! The idea! (Follows Norah out L.)
Dr. F. (Pacing floor, excitedly.) This is a great case. I’ll write it up for the medical journals. A wonderful case—
Enter Boyler, L. angry.
B. All humbug, sir!