Emmy [entering and immediately beginning to dust the couch] Theres a lady bothering me to see the doctor.
Redpenny [distracted by the interruption] Well, she cant see the doctor. Look here: whats the use of telling you that the doctor cant take any new patients, when the moment a knock comes to the door, in you bounce to ask whether he can see somebody?
Emmy. Who asked you whether he could see somebody?
Redpenny. You did.
Emmy. I said theres a lady bothering me to see the doctor. That isnt asking. Its telling.
Redpenny. Well, is the lady bothering you any reason for you to come bothering me when I’m busy?
Emmy. Have you seen the papers?
Redpenny. No.
Emmy. Not seen the birthday honors?
Redpenny [beginning to swear] What the—
Emmy. Now, now, ducky!
Redpenny. What do you suppose I care about the birthday honors? Get out of this with your chattering. Dr Ridgeon will be down before I have these letters ready. Get out.
Emmy. Dr Ridgeon wont never be down any more, young man.
She detects dust on the console and is down on it immediately.
Redpenny [jumping up and following her] What?
Emmy. He’s been made a knight. Mind you dont go Dr Ridgeoning him in them letters. Sir Colenso Ridgeon is to be his name now.
Redpenny. I’m jolly glad.
Emmy. I never was so taken aback. I always thought his great discoveries was fudge (let alone the mess of them) with his drops of blood and tubes full of Maltese fever and the like. Now he’ll have a rare laugh at me.
Redpenny. Serve you right! It was like your cheek to talk to him about science. [He returns to his table and resumes his writing].
Emmy. Oh, I dont think much of science; and neither will you when youve lived as long with it as I have. Whats on my mind is answering the door. Old Sir Patrick Cullen has been here already and left first congratulations—hadnt time to come up on his way to the hospital, but was determined to be first—coming back, he said. All the rest will be here too: the knocker will be going all day. What Im afraid of is that the doctor’ll want a footman like all the rest, now that he’s Sir Colenso. Mind: dont you go putting him up to it, ducky; for he’ll never have any comfort with anybody but me to answer the door. I know who to let in and who to keep out. And that reminds me of the poor lady. I think he ought to see her. Shes just the kind that puts him in a good temper. [She dusts Redpenny’s papers].