The consulting-room has two windows looking on Queen Anne Street. Between the two is a marble-topped console, with haunched gilt legs ending in sphinx claws. The huge pier-glass which surmounts it is mostly disabled from reflection by elaborate painting on its surface of palms, ferns, lilies, tulips, and sunflowers. The adjoining wall contains the fireplace, with two arm-chairs before it. As we happen to face the corner we see nothing of the other two walls. On the right of the fireplace, or rather on the right of any person facing the fireplace, is the door. On its left is the writing-table at which Redpenny sits. It is an untidy table with a microscope, several test tubes, and a spirit lamp standing up through its litter of papers. There is a couch in the middle of the room, at right angles to the console, and parallel to the fireplace. A chair stands between the couch and the windowed wall. The windows have green Venetian blinds and rep curtains; and there is a gasalier; but it is a convert to electric lighting. The wall paper and carpets are mostly green, coeval with the gasalier and the Venetian blinds. The house, in fact, was so well furnished in the middle of the XIXth century that it stands unaltered to this day and is still quite presentable. EMMY [entering and immediately beginning to dust the couch] Theres a lady bothering me to see the doctor. REDPENNY [distracted by the interruption] Well, she cant see the doctor. Look here: whats the use of telling you that the doctor cant take any new patients, when the moment a knock comes to the door, in you bounce to ask whether he can see somebody? EMMY. Who asked you whether he could see somebody? REDPENNY. You did. EMMY. I said theres a lady bothering me to see the doctor. That isnt asking. Its telling. REDPENNY. Well, is the lady bothering you any reason for you to come bothering me when I'm busy? EMMY. Have you seen the papers? REDPENNY. No. EMMY. Not seen the birthday honors? REDPENNY [beginning to swear] What the-- EMMY. Now, now, ducky! REDPENNY. What do you suppose I care about the birthday honors? Get out of this with your chattering. Dr Ridgeon will be down before I have these letters ready. Get out. EMMY. Dr Ridgeon wont never be down any more, young man. She detects dust on the console and is down on it immediately. REDPENNY [jumping up and following her] What? EMMY. He's been made a knight. Mind you dont go Dr Ridgeoning him in them letters. Sir Colenso Ridgeon is to be his name now. REDPENNY. I'm jolly glad. EMMY. I never was so taken aback. I always thought his great discoveries was fudge (let alone the mess of them) with his drops of blood and tubes full of Maltese fever and the like. Now he'll have a rare laugh at me. REDPENNY. Serve you right! It was like your cheek to talk to him about science. [He returns to his table and resumes his writing].