OLIVER.  It was just something tickling my throat, Miss Pinniger.  Er—­it was a summer evening.

GOVERNESS.  You haven’t learnt it, Oliver?

OLIVER.  Yes, I have, Miss Pinniger, only I can’t quite remember it. 
And he before his cottage door—–­

GOVERNESS.  Is it any good, Geraldine, asking you if you have got any of your sums right?

JILL.  I’ve got one, Miss Pinniger . . . nearly right . . . except for some of the figures.

GOVERNESS.  Well, we shall have to spend more time at our lessons, that’s all.  This afternoon—­ah—­er—–­

(She stands up as AUNT JANE and the DOCTOR come in.)

AUNT JANE.  I’m sorry to interrupt lessons, Miss Pinniger, but I have brought the Doctor to see Geraldine. (To DOCTOR) You will like her to go to her room?

DOCTOR.  No, no, dear lady.  There is no need.  Her pulse—­(He feels it)—–­dear, dear!  Her tongue—­(She puts it out)—­tut-tut!  A milk diet, plenty of rice-pudding, and perhaps she would do well to go to bed this afternoon.

AUNT JANE.  I will see to it, doctor.

JILL (mutinously).  I feel quite well.

DOCTOR (to AUNT JANE).  A dangerous symptom. Plenty of rice-pudding.

GOVERNESS.  Oliver was coughing just now.

OLIVER (to himself).  Shut up!

DOCTOR (turning to OLIVER).  Ah!  His pulse—­(Feels it)—­tut-tut!  His tongue—­(OLIVER puts it out) Dear, dear!  The same treatment, dear lady, as prescribed in the other case.

OLIVER (under his breath).  Beast!

AUNT JANE.  Castor-oil, liquorice-powder, ammoniated quinine—­anything of that nature, doctor?

DOCTOR. As necessary, dear lady, as necessary.  The system must be stimulated.  Nature must be reinforced.

AUNT JANE (to GOVERNESS).  Which do they dislike least?

OLIVER and JILL (hastily).  Liquorice-powder!

DOCTOR.  Then concentrate on the other two, dear lady.

AUNT JANE.  Thank you, doctor. [They go out.

GOVERNESS.  We will now go on with our lessons.  Oliver, you will have opportunities in your bedroom this afternoon of learning your poetry.  By the way, I had better have that book which you were reading when I came in just now.

OLIVER (trying to be surprised).  Which book?

JILL (nobly doing her best to save the situation).  Miss Pinniger, if you’re multiplying rods, poles, or perches by nine, does it matter if—–­

GOVERNESS.  I am talking to Oliver, Geraldine.  Where is that book,
Oliver?

OLIVER.  Oh, I know the one you mean.  I must have put it down somewhere. (He looks vaguely about the room.)

GOVERNESS.  Perhaps you put it in your desk.

OLIVER.  My desk?

JILL (going up to MISS PINNIGER with her work).  You see, it’s all gone wrong here, and I think I must have multiplied——­ (Moving in front of her as she moves) I think I must have multiplied——­