The Doctor's Dilemma HTML version
One of the smaller Bond Street Picture Galleries. The entrance is from a picture shop.
Nearly in the middle of the gallery there is a writing-table, at which the Secretary,
fashionably dressed, sits with his back to the entrance, correcting catalogue proofs. Some
copies of a new book are on the desk, also the Secretary's shining hat and a couple of
magnifying glasses. At the side, on his left, a little behind him, is a small door marked
PRIVATE. Near the same side is a cushioned bench parallel to the walls, which are
covered with Dubedat's works. Two screens, also covered with drawings, stand near the
corners right and left of the entrance.
Jennifer, beautifully dressed and apparently very happy and prosperous, comes into the
gallery through the private door.
JENNIFER. Have the catalogues come yet, Mr Danby?
THE SECRETARY. Not yet.
JENNIFER. What a shame! It's a quarter past: the private view will begin in less than
half an hour.
THE SECRETARY. I think I'd better run over to the printers to hurry them up.
JENNIFER. Oh, if you would be so good, Mr Danby. I'll take your place while youre
THE SECRETARY. If anyone should come before the time dont take any notice. The
commissionaire wont let anyone through unless he knows him. We have a few people
who like to come before the crowd--people who really buy; and of course we're glad to
see them. Have you seen the notices in Brush and Crayon and in The Easel?
JENNIFER [indignantly] Yes: most disgraceful. They write quite patronizingly, as if
they were Mr Dubedat's superiors. After all the cigars and sandwiches they had from us
on the press day, and all they drank, I really think it is infamous that they should write
like that. I hope you have not sent them tickets for to- day.
THE SECRETARY. Oh, they wont come again: theres no lunch to-day. The advance
copies of your book have come. [He indicates the new books].