Dr. F. (Knocks at office door.) Patsy, come out please. It’s nearly dinner time. (Voice indistinctly inside.) What’s that? Yes, I’m all alone, that is, Norah is here, too. (Door opens cautiously. Patsy looks out, then comes out enveloped in doctor’s ulster and muffled to the ears with doctor’s neckcloth. Wig frowzed till he looks like a fright. As he appears, heads at the other door disappear suddenly.)
Dr. F. (Starting back.) Why Patsy, are you cold? I feel decidedly too warm.
Patsy. I think I took a bit o’ cold in the cars, I’m subject to sore throat.
Norah. (Aside.) Crazy as a June bug.
Dr. F. Chin Sum, do you like tea?
Patsy. My name isn’t Chin Sum; just Patrick O’Wang, if you please.
Dr. F. What is the O for, Patrick?
Patsy. The O shows that I’m a son of me father.
Dr. F. We have tea served. Sometimes we take a light refreshment an hour or so before dinner. Patsy, do you like tea?
Patsy. (Aside.) Tea! (With wink.) I’m onto their scheme. I’ll take a drop, weak if you please, one lump of sugar.