Roberts: “Oh, it’s all very well to joke, Dr. Lawton. Why don’t you prescribe something?”
Lawton: “Surgical treatment seems to be indicated, and I’m merely a general practitioner.”
Roberts: “If Willis were only here, he’d find some way out of it. Well, I’ll have to go for help somewhere”—
Mrs. Roberts and Mrs. Miller, bursting upon the scene: “Oh, what is it?”
Lawton: “Ah, you needn’t go for help, my dear fellow. It’s come!”
Mrs. Roberts: “What are you all doing here, Edward?”
Mrs. Miller: “Oh, have you had any bad news of Mr. Miller?”
Miller, calling up: “Well, are you going to keep us here all night? Why don’t you do something?”
Mrs. Miller: “Oh, what’s that? Oh, it’s Mr. Miller! Oh, where are you, Ellery?”