Dr. Van Hyde: Yes.
Rose: Then I wish to tell you, sir, that you have been trifling with me. Your love-making is purely professional. It is a kind of medicine.
Dr. Van Hyde (aside): This is a hopeless case.
Rose: Furthermore, I have convicted you of falsehood. You never met my father until to-night. You did meet me last Monday afternoon, in New York, at 2:25 p. m.
Dr. Van Hyde: Miss Valdingam!
Rose (courtesying to him): Permit me to thank you, dear doctor, for your kindness in picking up my parcels, my parasol, my purse, and myself. I did not have a chance to thank you while you were performing that unpleasant duty.
Dr. Van Hyde: Then you remember?
Rose: How could I forget so fascinating an adventure, although, to be sure, we crazy women are apt to have defective memories.
Dr. Van Hyde (aside): Have I been a fool? (To Rose.) I may as well confess that, when I saw you for the first time here to-night, I recognized you. But I did not suppose that you recognized me.
Rose: Which proves that you are not so wise a doctor as you ought to be.