Dr. (Glaring at her.) The science of medicine, madam, has made many advances since you were a child.
Mrs. N. Ye don’t say! An’ I s’pose it’ll keep on a-dancin’ till a doctor knows when a person’s—(warning gesture from Mrs. S.)
Dr. (Aside to Bob.) That woman is exciting your wife. Get rid of her.
Bob. How the——what can I do with her?
Enter Dick Plyer, gaily, R.
Dick. I say, old boy, I was just going past—(Sees Mrs. S.) I beg pardon. Is Mrs. Slightly indisposed?
Bob. Only a slight nerve attack.
Dick. I’m very sorry if I disturb her.
Mrs. S. It is nothing at all. I am glad to see you, Mr. Plyer. Alice, please show Dick a chair. (Gives Alice knowing look.)
Alice. Take this seat, Mr. Plyer. (Then goes and whispers to Mrs. S.)