isfactory honeymoon, _(kisses her)_ But--
Where's that Bradshaw? _(crosses to table, fumbles to find the
place)_ Lowestoft? L! L! Where the devil is L?

_(Enter Aurora with letter.)_

Aurora. 'Ere, sir--a letter for you, sir--and the boy's waiting,
_(R. C.)_

Doctor. _(takes letter)_ Look out the next train, you _must_
catch it! _(throws Bradshaw to Flo)_

_(Doctor reading letter--Flo reluctantly looking out train, in
Bradshaw, half crying.)_

Aurora. _(aside)_ You shall catch it, impudent 'ussy! I see yer
kiss 'im! They all kiss their dear Doctor. excep' me. _(turns up
her nose at Flo, crosses R. of table c.)_

Flora. _(glancing at Aurora)_ I don't like the look of that girl,
_(starts)_ She's reading his letter, and _I_ haven't seen it!

Aurora. _(to Doctor)_ Any answer, sir?

Doctor. Yes, I'll write a note to this lady.

Flora. _(jealously)_ A lady!

Aurora. _(aside, reading the letter)_ I'll learn 'er bloomin'
symptoms--I must be 'is patient.

Flora. _(watching her)_ The forward minx! _(shuts Bradshaw with
a bang)_ I won't go back to Lowestoft. A wife's place is by her
husband's side, _(takes her hat off and sits twisting Bradshaw,
viciously)_

Doctor. Give the boy this.

Aurora. Yes, sir. _(takes note, crosses to Flo)_ Can I show you
your place--

_(Flo indignant.)_

--in the Bradshaw, miss? P'raps you ain't beyond the A. B. C.

Flora. _(haughtily, snatching it back)_ No, thank you--I can
manage myself.

Aurora. _(aside)_ Can yer? I'll struggle with yer--I've learnt
'er symptoms, _(as she goes out)_ Impudent 'ussy!--kissing the
dear doctor. I'll struggle with yer, my gal!

_(Exit Aurora.)_

Flora. _(looking at Doctor. who is absorbed reading letter)_ He's
forgotten me already, _(pause)_

Doctor. _(rubbing his hands)_ Good business! Call on you this
evening, my dear lady--of course I will! I wish it was time now.
_(looks at watch)_

Flora. _(jealously)_ Who's that letter from, Jack? _(kneels on
sofa)_

Doctor. A lady in Grosvenor Road.

Flora. How long have you known her?

Doctor. I've never _seen_ her yet.

Flora. Who is she? _(stands)_

Doctor. A patient, Flo--my first--at last!

Flora. _(with a sigh of relief)_ Oh, only that!

Doctor. "Only that!" My dear Flo, a doctor's wife can't afford to
be jealous. You'll frighten away all my most paying patients.

Flora. Oh, no, Jack, I won't, _(runs and kneels by him)_ I'll try
and look as if I liked them, but I can't help being je