MISS TESMAN.

Nor I.--But by-the-bye, Berta--while I think of it: in future you
mustn't say Master George. You must say Dr. Tesman.


BERTA.

Yes, the young mistress spoke of that too--last night--the moment
they set foot in the house. Is it true then, Miss?


MISS TESMAN.

Yes, indeed it is. Only think, Berta--some foreign university has
made him a doctor--while he has been abroad, you understand. I
hadn't heard a word about it, until he told me himself upon the pier.


BERTA.

Well well, he's clever enough for anything, he is. But I didn't think
he'd have gone in for doctoring people.


MISS TESMAN.

No no, it's not that sort of doctor he is. [Nods significantly.]