MISS DONOVAN. Guests! Was it your guests who brought Itzy home?
TIPPY. Surely there is nothing wrong with Itzy?
MISS DONOVAN. Nothing wrong! [_Portentously._] Itzy is sneezing! He
has a cold!
TIPPY. He was all right when he left here.
MISS DONOVAN. Dr. Sayre, I told you never to let any person but
yourself touch that dog when he was out of my apartment.
TIPPY. But it's a very short distance and the man who took him home ...
MISS DONOVAN. The man you say! My maid said it was a silly boy and
a giggling, irresponsible girl. How do I know what they did to
Itzy? How do I know where they took him? Or in what company they
had him? They might have let him get into a fight and get killed.
TIPPY. But they didn't.
MISS DONOVAN. They, or you, exposed Itzy to a chill. Itzy is
sneezing. Itzy has a cold. Itzy may develop pneumonia and die.
[_During this speech there is a knock and_ TIPPY _goes to door and
lets in the_ BISHOP _while_ MISS DONOVAN _continues._] I shall hold
you responsible. If anything happens to Itzy, you alone are to
blame. I shall hold you responsible for Itzy's death. [_She
addresses the_ BISHOP.] If you are a customer of this man, let me
warn you. He is not to be trusted. He is not responsible.
BISHOP. There must be some misunderstanding.
MISS DONOVAN. There is no misunderstanding. I brought Itzy here on
a friend's recommendation.
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