Dr. (Excitedly.) A fool! Drunk! Why madam, this is scandalous.
Mrs. N. Oh, keep cool. You’ll get well paid to say nothin’. But didn’t I see the bottles on the table?
Dr. But it is impossible.
Mrs. N. Didn’t I see her stagger? If you don’t b’lieve, look at the puddles of wine on the table. Smell it.
Dr. (Puts finger in liquid spilled, smells.) True! Why, this is an insult to my profession.
Enter Bob, followed by Dick and Alice.
Bob. Dr. Gagg, I wish a word in the smoking room.
Dr. (Indignantly.) I have a word, too, sir. You have insulted my profession, sir.
Bob. But hold, I’ll explain.