The Big Drum: A Comedy in Four Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

Lady Filson.

I'm inclined to think it's Mr. Delacour.

Sir Randle.

[Resuming his walk.] So be it. [Raising his arms.] If I am to lose my child a second time—so be it.

Bertram.

I venture to suggest it may be Edward Trefusis.

Sir Randle.

[To Bertram, halting again.] My dear boy, in a matter of this kind, I fancy we can rely on your mother's wonderful powers of penetration.

Bertram.

[Bowing.] Pardon, father.