(JOHN rubs hands with great satisfaction.)
DOCTOR. Now, my dear lady, calm yourself; remember what I told you, you must keep calm.
JOHN. You see, the poor woman’s nerves are shattered, and all through riding in your beastly ’buses. (Signals to AUNT HANNAH to be quiet, to which she pays no heed.)
DOCTOR (to AUNT HANNAH). You know this gentleman who was in the ’bus accident with you?
AUNT HANNAH. Yes, and I live in fear of him.
DOCTOR. That’s quite all right. There’s nothing to be frightened of. Now sit down, sit down and compose yourself.
(AUNT HANNAH backs up to chair C., is about to sit on DOCTOR’S hat. DOCTOR rushes up and snatches hat away.) Ah! (Shouts.) Not on my hat! (Places hat on table down R.)
(AUNT HANNAH jumps up on DOCTOR’S shout, throws arms round JOHN’S neck. JOHN pushes her into chair C.)
AUNT HANNAH. Oh dear, dear, dear! O-h-h!