? That's me. _(jumping
up)_ I forbid Doctor Sheppard to tell that story!

Mrs. O'H. _(seeing her for the first time)_ And who are you when
you're at home? I took you for the doctor. 'Ow dare you come
to my 'ouse, dressed in that indecent way? _(crosses C.)_ We're
respectable in Marmalade Street--I'm ashamed of my lodger for
lettin' you in--'e just shall tell that story now, or pay 'is
rint.

Aunt. There is my lawyer--he'll pay your rent.

Plant. Certainly. Come with me, old fireworks!

Mrs. O'H. Thank you, sir--you're a gentleman!

_(Exeunt Plant and Mrs. O'Hara.)_

Aunt. _(alone C.)_ Actually going to make fun of me before a
lot of vulgar people to get out of paying his, rent, is there
anything he won't do? _(sits in grand-father's chair)_

_(Enter Andrew.)_

Andrew. _(seeing Aunt's cap, mistakes her for the Doctor)_ I say,
Dull Boy, where is she? Still in the bath? _(roars)_

_(Aunt does not move.)_

_(aside, Bus. fills pipe, etc.)_ He's got the hump! Poor Jack!
I say, I'm awfully sorry I've got you into such a deuce of a
scrape, but you know you distinctly said the old lady wasn't
coming till to-morrow.

Aunt. _(aside)_ Old lady!

Andrew. And to-night we said we'd have one jolly good caper for
the last. Now, did we say so, or did we not? _(pause)_ You won't
speak to me? Well, I dare-say I deserve it, and I'm awfully
sorry, but you know if I'd had the slightest notion she'd turn up
to-day, I'd never have dressed up like that picture.

Aunt. _(aside)_ Like what picture?

Andrew. But, by George, it was a lark when the old girl came, and
you thought she was me dressed up--and you--oh, lor! _(laughs)_

Aunt. _(aside)_ I begin to understand! _(smiles at audience)_

Andrew. _(up stage)_ Oh, don't be so beastly serious, there's no
harm done. I'll put matters right with your aunt--you say she's
an awfully good sort, and a sailor can always get the soft side
of a lady--so come! Give us your hand and say you forgive.

_(Pause--Aunt doesn't move.)_

Oh, come on! _(digs her in the ribs)_

Aunt. _(jumping up)_ Sir!

Andrew. _(staggered)_ Oh, Susannah! _(R. C.)_

Aunt. Sir!

Andrew. I didn't mean you--I always say that--I mean--I'm most
awfully sorry--can you forgive me? _(end of sofa)_

Aunt. I can and do, because I'm so delighted to find that I've
misjudged Jack, and that you were the real culprit. Pray tell me
to whom I am indebted for the unexpected pleasure of my bath?

Andrew. My name's Andre