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Jane.
Yes, of course.
I know I’ve been careless.
Dr. F.
Yes, yes.
A bit ofa {right is the very thing to
do one good.
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eyes.
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tab/e.]
W. S.
I say, dec., it's all up.
Dr. F.
Nonsense.
Cheer up, old son.
It's never as bad
as Dr. Bob makes out.
W. S.
Yes; I'm finished.
God! but this will break up
the mother.
Dr. F.
Then you mustn’t tell her.
W. S.
I’m not going to.
But she’ll guess.
Mothers
seem to feel things.
Look here, dec., I'm on for a night with
the Indians.
I‘ll have forgotten about it myself by to-morrow
That’s the best way.
Dr. F.
I’m with you.
And in the meantime, remember
we doctors know very little.
Mrs. Β. (coming forward)
I wouldn't believe the whole
lot of them if they said I had to die to—morrow.
Dr. F.
Quite right.
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BOB‘S
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JANE
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Dr. F.
I’ll be with you in a moment, Jane.
(Jane mods
and smiles and goes in.)
Take my word {or it, Will, there‘s
always hope.
I’ll see you at the Club at 8 o'clock.
W. S.
Right you are
!
(Seriously
(md þathelimlly)
And thank you so much for—lying to me
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