[Rather feebly, but brightening up a little.] Oh, really, you know....
Mrs. Watson.
I’ve seen every doctor in London of any importance, and they’ve none of them charged me a penny, but I always make them a little present. I know that you doctors have to go out in all weathers, and you never wrap yourselves up. So I give them a woollen comforter.
[She takes out of her bag a large red woollen comforter.
Dickie.
[Blankly.] Oh, thank you very much.
Mrs. Watson.
I made it myself.
Dickie.
Did you!