h Merry Andrew?

Ruby. _(confused)_ No--of course not, my _dear_ Jack!

Doctor. But aren't you--eh?

Andrew. _(laughs)_ You've guessed it in once, Dull Boy! But it's
a secret.

Doctor. _(pleased)_ I'm never wrong in a diagnosis. _(shakes
hands with Andrew)_ I congratulate you. _(looks at Pearl)_
And you and Mr. Vane are---- _(shaking hands with Waverly)_ I
congratulate you----

_(Pearl shakes her head.)_

--Er--I mean I beg your pardon.

Waver. Don't mention it.

Andrew. You were having a jolly good caper when we came in;
what's up?

Doctor. She's coming! _(waves hand vaguely towards picture and
sits on sofa between girls)_

_(Enter Aurora with tea.)_

Andrew. _(laughing)_ Oh, _you've_ got a "she," have you? You dog!
_(back at sofa)_

Aurora. _(aside)_ 'E's got a she! _(gasps audibly)_

Ruby. Dear Jack!

Andrew. _(to her)_ Here, not so much of your "dear Jack!"

Ruby. Don't be absurd, Andrew. he's my cousin.

_(Andrew goes C.)_

I congratulate you with all my heart, dear Jack! _(kisses him)_

_(Aurora gasps again, louder.)_

Pearl. And I congratulate you too! _(kisses him)_

_( Aurora gasps a third time, loudest, and puts tray on
tea-table, upsetting milk jug onto tray. Takes everything off
tray quickly, pours spilt milk back into jug, wipes tray and mops
milk off floor with apron, goes to fire and wrings out apron in
fireplace.)_

Doctor. _(rises, goes up)_ You've got something on your chest,
Aurora----

Aurora. Yes, sir. _(takes out loaf of bread and puts it on the
table)_

Doctor. I must give you a tonic.

Aurora. _(with fervour)_ Oh, do, sir. _(goes C., aside)_ 'Is
patient again! I wonder what colour it'll he this time? _(to
Doctor as he hands her the draught)_ Will this 'ere mix with that
there, sir? _(pointing at it)_

Doctor. _(snatching it back)_ No, I'm hanged if it will!1 _(puts
it down)_

Aurora _(aside)_ I was a little silly to speak. I did want to
touch 'is 'and again. 'E's got sich a sorft 'and!

_(Exit Aurora. sadly.)_

Ruby. And what is your lady-love like?

Doctor. _(pointing to Aunt's picture)_ That!

Pearl. Oh, isn't she pretty! _(looks at Ruby grimacing)_ Who is
she?

Doctor. My maiden aunt Susannah!

Andrew. Oh, Susannah! Now you're having a lark with us.

Doctor. No, I'm not--I leave larking to you. She's coming
to-morrow.

Waver. To-morrow? We've got a box at the Hippodrome; you must
come and bring your aunt.

Andrew. Yes, we'll trot her round.