George M. Baker, The Mimic Stage
“ Dilly, child, what ails you?Dilly. (Starting up, and closing the portfolio.) Away, away!—you, of all men! I beg your pardon: I know not what ails me. (Takes portfolio, and comes down, L.) (Aside.) The proof, the proof at last! What shall I do? who trust? I dare not leave Fred Hastings here with Lucy: I fear his influence. Oh, if I could but make the doctor understand!Doctor. Have you written, Dilly?Dilly. Not yet, doctor (sits on stool at his side, L.) I want to talk with you first; I want to tell you a story.Doctor. But I don’t want to hear a story; I want you to write to Harry. ”
