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it back)_ She's coming! Lie still, do lie still! Flo, please--for my sake! Do lie _quite_ still-- _(Flo kicks.)_ and don't kick. _(Enter Plant.)_ Plant. My dear cousin Jack! _(putting out his hand)_ I'm so glad to find you alone. My mission is of rather a delicate nature. Doctor. _(aside)_ Oh, Lord! _(looks at couch nervously to Plant)_ I'm rather busy to-day. You couldn't call some other time, could you? _(feels his pulse)_ Plant. My dear Jack, you misunderstand me--it's not me--it's my precious jewels. I've left them lying in their room, their sobs were distressing to hear, they are suffering terribly. Doctor. _(aside)_ Another case! Quayle's right again! They're flowing in. Plant. _(aside)_ Locked up, and serve 'em right. I'll get on better without 'em. _(aloud)_ They are both--_( sobs )_ --both---- Doctor. Two of 'em! The more the merrier! I'll come at once, _(putting on his hat)_ Plant. No, you misunderstand me--they are simply overcome with the way--to use their own phrase--the "affectionate" way in which you received them this afternoon. Doctor. _(aside)_ And Flo can hear every word. It's all up! Plant. They can talk of nothing else. _(Doctor pulls Plant's coat.)_ It's Jack, dear Jack, darling Jack, _(same Bus.)_ Ah, you have robbed me of my precious jewels. Doctor. _(glancing nervously at couch, with assumed levity)_ Nonsense! Plant. _(indignant)_ It's not nonsense at all, it's very _serious._ Heaven forbid that I should speak, harshly to a young man with a rich--ahem!--future--but as their father--from whom they have never had a secret all their blameless lives----_(crosses R.)_ I tell you, sir, you have broken _two_ hearts in one afternoon. Doctor. _(gloomily)_ Oh, good afternoon! _(sits at table)_ Flora. _(aside)_ I shall go home by the next train. Plant. They're wasting the best years of their lives, and all for you, sir--all for you! _(cross L., waves his stick excitedly)_ Doctor. _(half to himself)_ I can't commit bigamy. Plant. I don't ask you to marry both--_(whacks)_--of them, but one or the other you must--_(whacks)_--and _shall_--_(whacks on table)_--after all you have said and done, _(up)_ Now, my dear sir, _(walking about waving his stick C.)_ I speak to you as a bachelor--_(whacks rug with walking stick)_--without encumbrances, _(whacks)_ What have you got there? _(whacks)_ Doctor. _(gets up)_ My encumbr------er--my model! _(R. of chair)_ Pl
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