Doctor's got half a dozen already.

He--" Further revelations were cut short by the entrance of the doctor himself.

A doctor with sleep-cleared eyes, fresh collar, and newly brushed hair.

A doctor who shook hands with his caller in a manner which even the professional Bubble felt to be irreproachable.
"Bubble, you may go." With a grin of satisfied pride the junior partner departed, but once outside the gloomy expression returned.
"It's only choir-tickets!" he told Ann, who was waiting around the corner of the house.

"Come on--let's go fishin'." Inside the office Esther and the doctor looked at each other and smiled.
He, because he felt like smiling; she, because she felt nervous.