Dickie. I am so nervous, let me go home. I read of the girl that nearly died here.
Mad. P. (Indignantly.) No such thing ever happened, I tell you. She only fainted.
Dickie. But papa doesn’t know what I’m doing. He wouldn’t approve at all. And if anything more should happen and my name get in the papers—
Mad. P. Nothing can happen. How absurd. (They get Dickie back in chair.)
Mrs. C. I am nervous, too. If Mr. Compton ever caught me here, oh dear.
Mad. P. Mrs. Compton, I beg you will act rationally. Go back to your pulleys! It is against the rules for one patient to enter the room where another is being operated on.
Mrs. C. Humph! I can hear the racket of all of ’em. I’ll break that old machine. (Exit D. F., noise of pulleys violently.)
Enter Miss McFadden, R.
Miss McF. Do I have the pleasure of addressing Madame Princeton?
Mad. P. (Bows.) You do. Won’t you come into the reception room? It’s a mistake of the girl to show you in here. Your name?