Very well. I expect you know best. And now I mustn’t take up any more of your time.
Dickie.
[Sarcastically.] Oh, it’s of no value, thank you.
Mrs. Watson.
[Persuasively.] Will you tell me what I owe you?
Dickie.
Oh, as a doctor’s widow, of course, I couldn’t dream of accepting a fee.
Mrs. Watson.
That is kind of you. But you must allow me to give you a little present.
Dickie.