THE DENTIST. Yes. THE YOUNG LADY. You don't own the whole house, do you? THE DENTIST. No. THE YOUNG LADY (taking the chair which stands at the writing-table and looking critically at it as she spins it round on one leg.) Your furniture isn't quite the latest thing, is it? THE DENTIST. It's my landlord's. THE YOUNG LADY. Does he own that nice comfortable Bath chair? (pointing to the operating chair.) THE DENTIST. No: I have that on the hire-purchase system. THE YOUNG LADY (disparagingly). I thought so. (Looking about her again in search of further conclusions.) I suppose you haven't been here long? THE DENTIST. Six weeks. Is there anything else you would like to know? THE YOUNG LADY (the hint quite lost on her). Any family? THE DENTIST. I am not married. THE YOUNG LADY. Of course not: anybody can see that. I meant sisters and mother and that sort of thing. THE DENTIST. Not on the premises. THE YOUNG LADY. Hm! If you've been here six weeks, and mine was your first tooth, the practice can't be very large, can it? THE DENTIST. Not as yet. (He shuts the cabinet, having tidied up everything.) THE YOUNG LADY. Well, good luck! (She takes our her purse.) Five shillings, you said it would be? THE DENTIST. Five shillings. THE YOUNG LADY (producing a crown piece). Do you charge five shillings for everything? THE DENTIST. Yes. THE YOUNG LADY. Why? THE DENTIST. It's my system. I'm what's called a five shilling dentist. THE YOUNG LADY. How nice! Well, here! (holding up the crown piece) a nice new five shilling piece! your first fee! Make a hole in it with the thing you drill people's teeth with and wear it on your watch-chain. THE DENTIST. Thank you. THE PARLOR MAID (appearing at the door). The young lady's brother, sir. A handsome man in miniature, obviously the young lady's twin, comes in eagerly. He wears a suit of terra-cotta cashmere, the elegantly cut frock coat lined in brown silk, and carries in his hand a brown tall hat and tan gloves to match. He has his sister's delicate biscuit complexion, and is built on the same small scale; but he is elastic and strong in muscle, decisive in movement, unexpectedly deeptoned and trenchant in speech, and with perfect manners and a finished personal style which might be envied by a man twice his age. Suavity and self-possession are points of honor with him; and though this, rightly considered, is only the modern mode of boyish self-consciousness, its effect is none the less staggering to his elders, and would be insufferable in a less prepossessing youth. He is promptitude itself, and has a question ready the moment he enters. THE YOUNG GENTLEMAN. Am I on time? THE YOUNG LADY. No: it's all over. THE YOUNG GENTLEMAN. Did you howl?