Dr. F. (Is at L. of table, seats himself facing front.) Norah, place a chair. Be seated, Patsy. You must be tired.
Patsy. Your honor I couldn’t sit in your presence. (P. is at R. of table.)
Dr. F. Very well, as you please. Norah, pour the tea. Give me a small cup. For a cold it should be drunk copiously. You had better take several cups, Patsy.
Patsy. Very well, sir, I like tea myself. (Dr. F. chuckles to himself. Norah, rear of table, hands doctor a small cup then a large one to Patsy. Latter has a large hot-water bag under his ulster with rubber tube and small funnel, all found in office. The collar of the ulster must be very high and stand well forward. The funnel is held by the left hand partially enveloped in a large silk handkerchief. Under pretense of coddling his throat Patsy keeps his left hand up under his chin to keep the funnel concealed. As he drinks he turns away to R. from the doctor, back to audience, pours tea down funnel. As he hands cup back to Norah he thrusts his left hand beneath the ulster, the top button of which is unbuttoned. Repeat with each cup.)
Dr. F. (Sipping tea and nibbling a cracker.) How do you like the tea, Patsy?
Patsy. (Smacking his lips.) It’s capital tea, doctor.
Dr. F. Norah, fill his cup. He wants several cups to break his cold. Then I’ll put you to bed, Patsy, and give you a good sweat.
Patsy. All right, sir. (Drinks as before.)
Dr. F. (Aside.) It’s working! Obedient already.
Norah. Will yez have some more tay, docthor?