AUNT HANNAH. I claim—(JOHN threatens her with his fist). I claim—I——
DOCTOR. I claim! I claim! What do you claim?
AUNT HANNAH. I claim— (JOHN threatens her.) Five hundred pounds!
DOCTOR. Five hundred pounds. (DOCTOR writes in book.)
(JOHN in a fury is threatening to strike AUNT HANNAH. DOCTOR turns and catches him—they both bow. DOCTOR writes in book again. JOHN bangs back of couch. AUNT HANNAH starts with a shriek. DOCTOR starts also.)
DOCTOR. Now, sir, are you prepared in any way to accept this liability?
JOHN (right up to DOCTOR, furiously). No—most certainly not!
DOCTOR (closing book and crossing R.) Then there’s nothing more to be said.
JOHN (crossing to DOCTOR). Oh yes there is, I’m a little smarter than you imagine, and I can tell you something. That isn’t a woman you’ve been talking to, that’s a man!
(AUNT HANNAH very indignant. DOCTOR laughs.)