The Big Drum: A Comedy in Four Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

Not yet.

Sir Randle.

I looked in at Brooks's on my way to you. I hadn't been there for months. [To John.] My muffler in the right-hand pocket. Thank you. [Entering and shaking hands with Philip.] Ha! They gave me quite a warm welcome. Very gratifying. [Roope advances.] Mr. Roope! [Shaking hands with Roope as Philip shuts the vestibule door.] An unexpected pleasure!

Roope.

[Uneasily.] Er—I am rather an interloper, I'm afraid, my dear Sir Randle——

Sir Randle.

[Retaining his hand.] No. [Emphatically.] No. This is one of Philip's many happy inspirations. If my memory is accurate, it was at your charming flat in South Audley Street that he and my darling child—[discovering Bertram, who is now by the settee on the left.] Bertie! [Going to him.] I haven't seen you all day, Bertie dear. [Kissing him on the forehead.] Busy, eh?

Bertram.

[Stiffly.] Yes, father.

Philip.