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. She said it was a responsible place. It is not. It is full of wild, irresponsible people. BISHOP. Madam, I am sure ... MISS DONOVAN. You look like a man who loves animals. If you do, do not bring them here. This man deliberately exposed my poor Itzy to a cold. He may die. BISHOP. Itzy is your dog, I presume? MISS DONOVAN. And such a darling. Everybody loves him. I shall tell everyone--all my friends. He suffers so--I shall warn them. His nose is running.... I shall destroy this irresponsible man's business!--If you could look into his eyes you'd understand! ... If you love dogs, never trust them to irresponsible people. [_She goes to the door and out._] BISHOP. That woman is a fool. TIPPY. Some of my best customers are, Bishop. MISS DONOVAN. [_Opens door and sticks her head in._] I shall ruin your business! [_Closes door with a slam._] TIPPY. Jesus! [_Takes the_ BISHOP'S _hat and coat._] Won't you be seated, sir? BISHOP. I trust that lady is not as influential as she feels. TIPPY. Dog lovers are gossips. But I get business by gossip as well as lose it. By gossip, sir, and perfumed soap. The art of perfuming dogs has a great future. It's an undeveloped field. I'm just beginning to explore it. BISHOP. You are a marvelous young man, Timothy. TIPPY. It's the Irish in me--also the Scotch. BISHOP. I wish--I wish my son were more like you.--Have you seen him, Timothy? TIPPY. [_Evasively._] Why, yes sir--earlier this evening. BISHOP. I called at his apartment and was told to come here. TIPPY. Well, yes--he was here. So was Laura. [BISHOP _sighs heavily._] BISHOP. You have a nice place here.--And your business? TIPPY. I don't complain. Only the customers do, as you heard, sir. BISHOP. I could see that woman was a fool. TIPPY. I would not dispute you. BISHOP. But surely not all people who own dogs are fools. TIPPY. There are exceptions. BISHOP. At least you are busy. You are occupied and happy. You have found congenial work. Why cannot all young men do as you have done? TIPPY. Not enough dogs, sir.